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Dance Dance Dance

Dance Dance Dance

By Bernadette A. Moyer

“I danced in the morning when the world begun

And I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun

And I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth

At Bethlehem I had my birth

 

Dance, then, wherever you may be;

I am the Lord of the Dance, said he

And I’ll lead you all wherever you may be

And I’ll lead you all in the dance said he

 

I danced for the scribe and the Pharisee,

But they would not dance and they would not follow me

I danced for the fishermen, for James and John;

They came to me and the dance went on

 

I danced on the Sabbath when I cured the lame,

The holy people said it was a shame;

They whipped and they stripped and they held me high;

And they left me there on a cross to die.

 

I danced on a Friday and the sky turned black;

It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back;

They buried my body and they thought I’d be gone,

But I am the dance and I still go on.

 

They cut me down and I leapt up high,

I am the life that’ll never, never die;

I’ll live in you if you live in me;

I am the Lord of the Dance, said he.”

Lyrics by Sydney Carter (1963) I Danced in the Morning

 

“Dance like no one is watching.

Love like you”ll never be hurt.

Sing like no one is listening.

Live like it’s heaven on earth.” William Purkey 

When was the last time, you just turned up the music and danced, danced like no one was watching? 

Be the dance and just go on, just dance, dance, dance …