Your Feet On Mine

I walked down the road where I lived as a child.

And stopped by the old home-place for a while.

As I peeked through the window’s broken glass,

Memories marched through my mind like old photographs

 

I became my Daddy’s little girl once more

Picked up my ballet shoes off the floor.

He held out his hand and asked me to dance.

I ran to his arms as he struck up the band.

 

And he said, “Follow my lead. Don’t be afraid.

I won’t let you fall. I’m here to stay.

Just put your feet on mine.

And I will be your guide.

Fear won’t ever have a chance.

If you’ll take life by the hand

And dance

With your feet on mine.”

 

 

All the music stopped the day my daddy died.

I couldn’t go on withot him by my side?

The rhythm of grief had silenced my feet.

And that same heartbreak drove me to my knees.

 

Until a hand of hope gently reached out to me

And strummed my heartstrings so tenderly.

I heard the voice of my heavenly Father.

Inviting me to be His dance partner.

 

He said, “Follow My lead. Don’t be afraid.

I won’t let you fall. I’m here to stay.

Just put your feet on Mine.

And I will be your Guide.

Fear won’t ever have a chance.

If you’ll take life by the hand and dance

With your feet on Mine.”

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