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.”