Arrayed in purple and gold decorations
Indeed prepped for a celebration
A fete of life!
There's only one programme in this event
A dance
The ballerina comes out
Looking excellent; the cheering audience confirms this
Music is to be produced by a master melodist
No name befits His class and grandeur
So He is simply called "The Composer"
He sits behind the grand organ
And begins His tune
The whole world is captivated by His love notes
Even as the dancer swings into action
Every twist and turn is dictated by the fingers of The Composer
The Tune is her director
The Composer watches with admiration as she dances
This is the wisdom therein
The Composer is the one that watches her with love
The Composer is the Fingers that plays the notes of love
The Composer is the Tune that directs her dancing
We are like dancers; we christians
We dance to the rhythm of grace
The Composer is He that has called us
He is one but three
He sits and watches with love
The One that planned it all
He plays the keys
The One that actualized it
He is the Tune
The One that works the dance in us
So, grab the flat shoes and dance to His delight!
