This poem I wrote during church one Sunday after the worship time…

Do You Dance?

I strive to be someone
To succeed at Your call
But daily I fall short
Of all You have for me

We sing the songs,
They say You dance with joy
Each time we gather and praise
But how could that be?

How can You dance
When so often I fail?
You know the struggles I face
So how could You dance over me?

Could it be, just perhaps
That You can see beyond them
Beyond all my fleshly failings
Deep down to the core of me

Here is what I need to know
The question burning my heart
Is it true? Could it be?
Do You really dance over me?