In my imperfection is your glory
In my depression, I dream
In the darkness there is hope
when my faith is tired, and amidst a storm
when suicide is prevalent there is an escape
I DANCE
I dance with him who is the author of my life
I dance with the spirit that flows through my body
I dance with the opportunities penetrating my heart
WE DANCE
At times my mind is darkened
At that time I see:
1 stage
1 spotlight
and 1 opportunity
to dance with words
sing with grace
defeat all odds
to accept the golden ticket to my eternity and purpose
I DANCE
as my world spins
time winds down
voices are strange
spirits are quick
and footprints are non-impactful and dominant
I lock eyes with eternity
kiss companionship
grab hold of trials
give the middle finger to the devil
for the creator dances with me
holds onto me; I am not alone
And God extends his hand asking me one question
“may I have this dance”
My Journey, My Style 