He looked at me and said, “Let’s dance.
I’ll lead. Just lean on me!”
But I protested to the Lord,
“I’m clumsy! Can’t you see?

“I’ve two left feet. I don’t know how.
I think I’d trip or fall.
I’d rather sit and sip some punch.
I just don’t dance, that’s all!”

But He refused to turn away.
He winked at me and said,
“This is our song. Don’t sit out.
Come dance with Me instead.”

We waltzed across the ballroom floor.
With grace, He took the lead.
I didn’t know which way to turn,
yet didn’t feel the need.

I leaned my head against His arm
and felt His strong embrace.
I knew He wouldn’t let me go
or fall flat on my face.

Though lost in wonder, love and joy,
I found myself that night.
What I had feared for all those years
became my soul’s delight.

To think I’d almost passed it up.
Thank God, I took a chance
when He invited me to risk
by asking me to dance.