Gina J. Clayton
Let Us Dance
Touch me there oh lover of my soul, let us dance across the ballroom floor of Your grace. Lead the way my brilliant Beau of majesty; guide me to the center of Thy will.
Do not let me insult You with my silence; for a ravenous damsel in distress is just beneath the surface. No one else can love her into dancing ever so freely but You. No one can know before stepping that her rhythm had been broken. No one else can keep her from falling when fear causes her to lose her stride.
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