My thinking is in eight counts; my walking is a rhythmic beat
I bend, I turn, and I stretch toward the King!
My expression of love is through this art
I need to dance before I fall apart
I dance before the King with all my might
As I press in His presence I feel Him holding me tight
When I pirouette one time, He strips me from the hurt
I yearn to praise and worship His name
Draw me nearer and let my heart proclaim
I thank the Lord for this gift He gave
Dancing is an art that I won’t take in vain.