Baby's first dance, while the band played,
and hands were raised,
and hearts were unburdened.
She dipped her knees,
wobbled and danced.
The saints lifted their faces
toward God
praises on their lips,
baby stood on shaky knees
tipped, wobbled, dancing.
Yes dancing.
And Jesus heard all our prayers
He wrote them on his heart.
With crinkled smiling eyes
He watched baby's first praise
welcoming her to dance unto Him
as she proudly wore her denim bonnet
and skirt,
Abba's little girl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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