Come With The Lute And The Harp. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

Praise the holy one.
Come with trumpets.
Come with the lute and harp.

Dance before his holy throne.

The angels play on the lyre.
The saints sing in chore.

Humans bow and adore.
The nature stands still.
They hold their breath.

God's love is every where.
Sit in silence and feel his holy presence.


Graphic: Sandy James
Sandy James saved to Dance as though no one is watching
Dance is for the Glory of God, and is a powerful, prophetic weapon in the hands of those fully submitted to He who rejoices(whirls and dances) over us with singing! Dance!