The Dance

Dancing on the stage of life
I often feel so small…
I miss the steps and stumble through
And they watch me as I fall.

The audience is cruel;
A world that laughs at me
And when my dance is wavering
They leave me off my feet.

I struggle through the motions
Of a dance I hardly know;
For now I feel the sore neglect
Of the teaching I let go.

Off stage my Teacher watches
As my humiliation shows;
The lack of practice, patience and ears
Has brought me off my toes.

I keep on falling, fumbling through
The minutes turn to years
Until I finally see offstage
A savior through my tears.

I run to Him, now out of sight
And fall into His arms.
And cry the tears of a failing child
Who found the script that harms.

For my dance lacked the rhythm
And the steps to guide me through…
It was His plan that was perfect
And His teaching that was true.

Before I fell and stumbled,
‘Till I ran back for advice
And learned the dance He had in mind
So that I wouldn’t pay the price.

Now I practice under teaching
Until I’m ready for the stage;
Where my pointe shoes finally hold me
And let me dance out of the cage.

Jennifer