Dancing With Jesus
by Me
Mortar binds cobblestones under our feet;
The scent of oversized orchids fill the air;
See my golden strands braided back;
His strong hands join mine in perfect precision;
We glide effortlessly in a Scandinavian waltz;
Suns and moons set yet we never take notice.
Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb....Thinking [Jesus] was the gardener, she said, 'Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.' Jesus said to her, "Mary." --John 20:11-16
by Me
Mortar binds cobblestones under our feet;
The scent of oversized orchids fill the air;
See my golden strands braided back;
His strong hands join mine in perfect precision;
We glide effortlessly in a Scandinavian waltz;
Suns and moons set yet we never take notice.
Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb....Thinking [Jesus] was the gardener, she said, 'Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.' Jesus said to her, "Mary." --John 20:11-16