First Dance

The First Dance- An image of the true love we find when we run to Christ. It's dancing with the greatest joy that we can't even explain. 

The light was dim
her face was shining
the floor was wood
the room was silent
words only she heard
spun in her head
 a stone heart melted
 the world was just her and Him.

A relationship was written in stone,
her name written in the book of life.
Back and forth was the exchange
quiet words between the two.
music played while heaven sang
radiant she reflected him.
Of the oldest force a picture was made
it was a love story as old as time
when through faith His love was displayed
it was a night of union
with the only one who could satisfy
she said yes to life
and it was her heart’s first dance

Life moved fast
in a whirlwind of change
from the chains that held her she was free at last.
she destroyed every cage, burnt her ships
He and her never parted
His name never left her lips.
It wasn’t just joy it was happiness too
perfect peace and comfort,
in Him she was satisfied.
they say it never lasts but she hoped it would
Finally it began to fade,
trials of life ruined the honeymoon faze.
time took its toll, simple truth seemed dim
the whirlwind became a hurricane and she forgot
that the only one who could calm the storm was Him.
happiness was distant, she no longer danced
her heart was a mess
so one night she ran
from the arms of her first love.

The night was dark
her soul was broken
the bridge was tall
the street was loud
thoughts she had
clashed in her head
her heart was stone
the world was frozen

From the depth of pain
she heard His voice again
“Peace, be still”
simple truths broke through
“I love you now, I always will”
And there as her tears fell at Calvary
her heart finally danced again before her king
the arms that caught her caught her by surprise
she looked up and saw the cross,
saw the pain of the Crucified
the love on His face.
Once again she knew who she was
only and always His bride.

Through life they went,
the two of them
growing together as He led
He always faithful, she always weak
yet always remembering the first dance.
looking ahead in the future she saw
one day when even that memory would fade
and they would again dance as all watched in awe.
We all wait for that day.

The morning light
the bride dressed in white
the gates are pearl
the trumpets sound.
voices raised for all to hear
the whole world watches her and Him.

On that day the bride will be,
presented spotless before the King.
a time of no pain
a day of union
the pair are announced,
the church is His,
He is hers,
heaven is open and joy complete.
of life ruining this moment there is no chance
with all of eternity before them,
it will be one unending first dance.