So this morning I woke up with an old Sunday School song in my head.
This is the day,
This is the day
That the Lord has made
Let us rejoice and be glad in it!
I am often struck by the joy of the Lord in the early moments of my morning. This song made me not only glad, but caused me to pull out a favorite pair of pink shoes. I wore them to church. Though I fell short of all out dancing, I did a lot of tapping of my toes and hand raising. I came home and decided to post the little story below. I’ve been working on it and thought you all might enjoy it. It’s not a Christian story, but it certainly reminds me of the comfort & joy we have in our ABBA Father, God.
Polka dot striped socks with flamingo pink shoes By Joleen Steel
Polka dot striped socks with flamingo pink shoes
Dance me down the sidewalk
Prance me up the lane
Silky ribbons flying
Twirling around my mane
Leaping up the park steps
Whooshing past the trees
Glittering sand is flying
Circling around my knees
Dancing, prancing, twirling, stopping
Listening to the jazz band play
Toes are tapping, jazzy snapping
Flamingo shoes on a sunny day
Polka dot striped socks with flamingo pink shoes
Dance me up the boardwalk
Prance me through the crowd
Silky ribbons sailing
As we ride the merry-go round
Galloping round the circle
Up and down we go
Unicorns and horses fly
Around the lighted show
Galloping, prancing, sailing, flying
Slowing down, it’s time to leave
Feet are jumping, heart is thumping
Flamingo shoes on a lovely eve
Polka dot striped socks with flamingo pink shoes
Waltz me down the glowing path
Turn me round and round
Silky ribbons blowing
Drooping to the ground
Reaching up to get a hug
Watching stars fill up the sky
Head is dreamy, moon is gleaming
Trying not to close my eyes
Waltzing, turning, reaching, dreaming
Wrapping arms around you tight
Ready to go home to bed
Flamingo shoes on a sparkling night
Polka dot striped socks with flamingo pink shoes
Sway me down the hallway
Tuck me into bed
Silky ribbons falling
Beside my sleepy head
Looking out my window
Lamps glow in the street
Tomorrow we will dance again
But now we need to sleep
Swaying, tucking, looking, sleeping
Shoes are sitting out of sight
Dreaming of tomorrow
waiting for the morning light
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