My life sustaining movement of the Spirit.
The rushing breeze of the wind lifting me.
I feel like I am floating on air,
When I’m dancing to the rhythm of the Spirit,
The thematic sound of the timpani and conga drums.
Making His presence grand. My soul hums.
The wistfully sounds of a symphony hallowing His name.
Violins playing my soul is swaying so quite, gentle, and sincere.
So melodiously near, there is nothing else I rather hear.
Other than the music He brings when we are embraced in dance.
Dancing to the thematic sounds of timpani and conga drums.
In the rhythm of the Spirit.
Psalm 30:1-3, 11
I will exalt you, Lord, for you lifted me out of the depths
and did not let my enemies gloat over me. Lord my God, I called to you for help,
and you healed me. You, Lord, brought me up from the realm of the dead;
you spared me from going down to the pit. You turned my wailing into dancing; You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.