Two feet,
Dancing perfectly in time,
With the sounds of life.
A song wells up,
From a little heart.
A dance is made,
From little toes,
And hands stretched high,
In joyful praise.
Her eyes are closed,
Her smile bright,
Her curls sway,
To music sweet.
In her heart,
She moves her feet,
And dances for the Lord.
I see her in that wheelchair,
And ponder as I'm standing there,
How she can make the best of life,
When I am under constant strife.
And as she opens eyes of green,
She shows me what I have not seen;
This body's nothing but a shell,
Through Christ you can do all things well.
Dancing perfectly in time,
With the sounds of life.
A song wells up,
From a little heart.
A dance is made,
From little toes,
And hands stretched high,
In joyful praise.
Her eyes are closed,
Her smile bright,
Her curls sway,
To music sweet.
In her heart,
She moves her feet,
And dances for the Lord.
I see her in that wheelchair,
And ponder as I'm standing there,
How she can make the best of life,
When I am under constant strife.
And as she opens eyes of green,
She shows me what I have not seen;
This body's nothing but a shell,
Through Christ you can do all things well.
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