Elated Dance

I am elated. Dressed in fine linen and crimson jewels, I dance on your arm Father. I look into your eyes and focus on the man who is leading me. My body shakes. I quiver at the sensation of your glowing skin touching mine. I feel devotion. I feel peace. I feel passion.

The wind blows. My hair, tousled by the turbulence of the violent weather, softly lands on my lips. You speak, and my mouth parts. I hang on your words—the Master of the dance. We spin in circles as you whisper in my ear sweet promises. They smell and run smoothly from your lips like sweet honey.

I am dressed Prince of Peace in fine lace. It drapes across my fragile shoulders. Your crown shimmers in the light of the elegant chandelier. Spots of light jump from your skin to mine. We are twirling under the same light source. I look into your eyes, which cannot be defined by a restricted color. I see shades of compassion, harmony, and grace. Your significance, Royal Ruler, outweighs the gold crown that adorns your head.

A shiver shocks me. In a puff of smoke, my breath lingers in the brisk air. Your kindness has heated my body and made me whole. In the distance, I see a bright mirror. I see your reflection, but it cannot define your features because you shine, my Lord, so brightly. I am dancing with the Son. It is you that makes me beautiful. In your presence, I can barely recognize myself. You have clothed me in majesty.

Walking hand in hand, I gaze into the mirror in astonishment. My hair is now brassy and golden in appearance, and my eyes like oceans of turquoise. You turn my body, and I face you.

Lovely One, you say. You are my treasure, my prized possession. I have created you to walk in dignity and strength. You are a banner for all generations. My words flow from your lips like water from a basin. I have anointed your feet Dear One. Dance on in grace and truth. Tread barefoot on the sand surface of my blessings. Do not wash your feet. Continue on the path with my truth fixed to your flesh. You should never question my devotion for I will always love my beautiful creation. You please me daughter.

With winds now raging and rain pouring from the sky, you kiss my forehead. I am enraptured. I am captured by your love. You have overtaken my being. I am yours—mind, body, and soul. In the dance of life, I will never let go of your hand.

-Kimberly Willingham

Jer. 2:2

 Go and proclaim in the hearing of Jerusalem:

       I remember the devotion of your youth,

       how as a bride you loved me

       and followed me through the desert,

       through a land not sown.

Your Glory is my Mission

Violent thunderstorms shake my existence.

Waves capsize on the shore in sheer resistance.

Doves, in full surrender, fly with light on their wings.

Eyes, open aglow, I see the goodness He brings.

I’m on my face God, smelling the wet sand.

I tremble at your voice and feel the warmth of your hand.

Precious rubies and diamonds can never compare.

To the grace you bestow when your presence comes near.

I’m a shadow in your radiance—a flake of gold in your crown.

A daughter, full of wonder, pulled up from the ground.

You are the root that provides my might.

Weak without your power, I can’t stand lacking your light.

Like a coiled metal piece, my life in you is a twisted feat—

Gain the world or lose my life and feel complete.

I give it away. My desires and thoughts—my being to you.

You can have me Sweet Jesus. Your purpose I pursue.

Leader of men you have called me to be.

This role cannot be fulfilled if I’m not on my knees.

Surrender. It’s hard; but, I’m surrendered to you.

I want to walk and follow behind the man that makes life new.

Victory and justice you parade in your word.

I’m a believer in this mystery. The gospel I have heard.

I live it in my life. It has become my full reliance.

Seeking you my Father, my companion, my alliance.

I trust you Lord to move in ways unknown to me.

I release my dreams and goals to thee.

May the world blot out my appearance and see you through my eyes.

May the beauty they astound be the God who is faithful and wise.

Melody. Fill my words with the music of Heaven!

I pray the bread I desire will forever be unleavened.

Cleanse me from the darkness of my sinful condition.

May purity abound. Your glory is my mission!

-Kimberly Willingham

Deut. 5:23-27

When you heard the voice out of the darkness, while the mountain was ablaze with fire, all the leading men of your tribes and your elders came to me. And you said, "The LORD our God has shown us his glory and his majesty, and we have heard his voice from the fire. Today we have seen that a man can live even if God speaks with him. But now, why should we die? This great fire will consume us, and we will die if we hear the voice of the LORD our God any longer. For what mortal man has ever heard the voice of the living God speaking out of fire, as we have, and survived? Go near and listen to all that the LORD our God says. Then tell us whatever the LORD our God tells you. We will listen and obey."