A gentle spring has started to flow out of hard ground. Celestial streams, forced up out of the holy of holies are pooling in the sanctuary and being stirred by mischievous angel’s wings.
The deaf are coming to the waters, lured by a heavenly score. Upon the wet sands of hope’s rippling shores, they dance again. In the mist of Your waterfalls they are reunited with the part of them that died.
You give them new feet for dancing.
They will ascend the heights and scale the mountains, prancing along the precipice with rescued confidence.
Yes, You stand over premature graves and sing over us. The claws of death try in vain to grapple with the winds of resurrection.
Abbadon’s clutching fingers are pried from the throats of reviving destiny. The hearts that have died before their time, rise up out of opened graves.
Yielding to the song of the Caller, the One whose voice is the sound of a thousand waters. You sing over us, Great Son and we dance at the sound of Your voice.
From: The Book of Common Prayer
“We beseech you to hear us, good Lord.
To strengthen those who stand;
to encourage the faint-hearted;
to raise up those who fall;
and finally to beat down Satan under our feet”
Thank you for David is dancing message.
I found Kindle sample of Julie Lane-Gay Book of Common Prayer I'll give it a go.