Man is God's poem in whom he delights,
now fallen, distorted by sin.
What of the dance, the rejoicing of joy?
Is it only death and decay?
No wait.
There's Another, the Lord of the Dance,
One in whom He delights and loves well.
Born to restore the form of God's poem
through death but that of His own.
Life out of death, like spring in the bud,
a new dance for all with all joy.
A new garment for those who will dance with the Lord,
the King who has come for His own.
Zephaniah 3 vs 17
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