Dance with Christ

LORD OF THE DANCE. Image by Julie Anne. ©2019 Anne Monroe Designs. All rights reserved.

Life is a dance with Christ as partner,

          Start the music, step out on the floor.

You may get dizzy changing directions,

          He’ll lead you through it, no exceptions.


Life is a dance with Christ as partner,

          Sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

With dips and stops and pivots and turns,

          And always many new steps to learn.


Life is a dance with Christ as partner,

          Feel the rhythm, feel the joy.

You know the peace, the love, the Spirit,

          Dance the dance, the world to see it.


STOP the music, you’ve slipped and fallen.

          You leave the floor, hurt and sullen.

Is life not a dance? You’ll find a new partner,

          One you can trust to not let go.

Steps planned and simple — no surprises!

          The price you’ll pay will be your soul.


Life is a dance with Christ as partner,

          He’s waiting patiently at your side.

He’ll pick you up, he’s all you need,

          So take His hand and let Him lead.


Life is a dance with Christ as partner,

          Sometimes easy, sometimes hard.

So dance His dance as He intended,

          Dance His dance, the world to see it,

For life is a dance with Christ as partner.


Note: Written Sunday, April 23rd, 1995 by Julie Anne.


Psa 150:4 (NASB):  Praise Him with timbrel and dancing; Praise Him with stringed instruments and pipe.





If Voices Were Colors

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On a Sunday evening in 2011, I sat in church waiting for the offering; not the usual pass-the-plate offering of money, but the pure offering of a young girl who loves the Lord and sings from her heart. As she sang, ideas and phrases popped into my mind. I quickly jotted them down on a piece of scrap paper. After a bit of editing I had a simple poem to give Natalie as a thank you for her offering of music.

If Voices Were Colors

If voices were colors yours would be pink,

            so soft and gentle and pretty I think.

You sing each note so clear and bright,

            and phrase each word with care and delight.

Your voice is a gift from our Savior above,

            and singing for Jesus shows Him your love.

For each time you sing of His infinite grace,

            your voice reaches heaven that wonderful place,

Where Jesus is waiting to welcome you home,

            Imagine the colors that sing at His throne.

A few months later, Natalie’s mother told me that the poem encouraged her daughter. I was touched and thankful that I had acted on the prompting of the Holy Spirit to write what came to mind and share the words with the one who inspired them. Natalie still sings in church – her voice now mature – a rich magenta.