Though I am
battered, bruised,
bowed down
by the burden
of my condition
in you I stand tall,
in you my footsteps
are sure,
in you my feet
are freed from
the miry clay,
to dance
the dance of life
in the unforced
rhythms of
heavens grace...
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Though I am
battered, bruised,
bowed down
by the burden
of my condition
in you,
with you, I dance,
I dance
your dance
as an open
invitation
to all
who would
move to the
heart beat
of love given and free...
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