For me the Son of God is dancing

For me the Son of God is dancing,

He calls me forward into light.

He sings above my shattered spirit,

And bids me leave the fears of night.

For me the Son of God is dancing,

His clouds turn pink across the sky,

His rain is washing all our sorrow,

His stars coruscate in reply.

For me the Son of God is dancing

Above, beyond, below, before.

His steps are measured to my weakness

To rise, return, redeem, restore.

For me the Son of God is dancing

So graceful is his gracious grace –

He leans down from the highest heaven

To raise me up and wipe my face.

For me the Son of God is dancing,

His love has danced through death and hell.

My heart is dizzied by his splendour

And hears his whisper, “All is well.”

For me the Son of God is dancing,

His rhythm is eternity.

And mercy shapes his every movement,

And he desires to dance with me!