I Danced for the Throne

Dear God,
I was scared. Lord, you knew I was scared, and worried. I worried I would mess up, or fall down, perhaps my flag would come loose and hit someone on the head, poking out someone's eyes and oh my god what a mess. I worried about a costume malfunction. I was so worried; I was afraid I would forget the routine; be out of step, or out of time. I worried I would not smile, and my face would be twisted in a frown. I worried all the way to the front of the chapel. I worried as I stood in front of the crowd. I worried as they looked back at me. I thought I was going to faint or die, but it was not yet my time. Then the music started.


That is when I saw you. You were in the middle row among the faces. You had a smile from ear to ear. I thought you would be too busy to come to my recital, especially on a Sunday. Sundays are busy days for you, Lord, and I know. There are so many churches to visit, so you can imagine how I felt when I saw you. Our eyes met and my worries just melted away. I danced in total freedom deep from my soul. I danced before your Holy Throne. I danced and all my fears were gone. All I could feel was your love as my heart waltzed. I flowed in grace, I leaped with love, jubilee in joy, before my Love. At last I stopped the dance was done, I bowed before you to cast my crown. Alas, I danced before the King.