In dreams I am dancing with the Lord,
It's a slow and glorious waltz -
I'm waking as the devil cuts in,
His two-step praising my faults.
A twist of uncontrolled movement,
And I begin to doubt my own feet -
Until I call for the Lord to come,
And bring back the dance so sweet.
I get lost in the soft, soothing melody,
As we glide to the dear angel's song,
That's when He shows His love for me,
And proves the devil so wrong.
Heaven's canopy is our ballroom,
Twinkling stars - our only light,
Doves and angels surrounding us,
As I fall gently to sleep for the night.