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Every day, from dusk to
dawn,
dancers of all shapes and
sizes,
leg it out onto the dance-hall
floor,
but they can't dance because
the music is no more.
The piano there has no keys,
the
violins are without strings
and bows,
no scores grace even one
music sheet,
not that the dancers didn't
try,
only rhythm stirs the feet.
Word was music was to come,
and one day it finally did,
in the form
of a singer who hardly looked
the part,
but His voice was beyond
sweet,
and warmed many a heart.
Slowly but surely, his singing
got folks' feet moving and
grooving,
but many refused, saying
they didn't like
the song, the singing, or
the singer,
even rejecting all three
alike.
Without missing a single
beat,
the singer seemed none too
upset,
saying only for those with
ears* to hear,
dance like no one's watching,
there's no reason to fear.
*inspired
by a story written by Max
Lucado in the chapter entitled
"Hearing
God's Music," from the book
Just Like
Jesus
God is always singing His
song, a song
meant to get all people
up to dance.
Sadly, though everyone hears
the song
being sung, not everyone
is so moved to
dance. |
