Tuesday 15 April 2014

The Dance

The flame dances so that it may not die.
Its' life is heat. Its' life is light.
The errant wind that I carry on sin.
The errant can not win.
The Silver Gull at home at sea.
Its' life is a dance of Thee.
And in my dance, oh Lord of The Dance, I give remembrance of the life you gave me.

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