I saw you dancing.
To music only We could hear.
You didn't do it well, but You did it with joy.
I wanted to feel like that.
So I rose from my seat by Him and joined You.
I didn't do it well either, but it was fun.
Soon You gave me a smile I hadn't worn in years.
He looked so sad, sitting alone.
I danced back to Him and offered my hand.
I offered my smile.
He tripped over his feet and felt out of place.
Unable to hear Our music.
Embarrassed to stumble and fall.
He returned to his seat.
It wasn't enough that He couldn't dance.
He pulled me with him.
I shouldn't seek joy outside of Him.
I still watched You.