DANCING FOR JESUS
When I was quite small, and rather a weakling,
I needed to learn to dance some strength to bring
To weak knees and ankles and some grace to show,
Lean to stretch and gain poise and graceful grow.
At being nearly seven at the end of second year
There was to be a dance exam and I was full of fear,
My legs were getting stronger but like others around
I was really scared that I would fall flat on the ground.
I had practised hard two hours a day maybe more,
In fact I had worn a patch on the lino on the floor,
But still my posture was not really good at all,
And I was very skinny and for my age rather tall.
We had to go to Manchester praying no planes would come
And the air raid sirens would not sound till we were done,
My turn came and the panel were right in front of me
And their stares and stiff faces made me buckle at the knee.
Then I thought I’ll dance for Jesus, He is my dear kind friend,
I know I’ll do my best for Him manage to last to the very end,
My mime made then clap and my bar work gave them a smile
And my own thought up dance they praised for quite awhile.
Six weeks we had to wait for the certificates to come through,
I had done my very best, danced for Jesus that is all I could do,
And if I failed I did not mind there was another day to try,
But I had passed and came in second and all I did was cry.
Tears of thanks to Jesus, thanks that I was good enough to win,
Thanks that people are fair and I gave joy and in tears gave a grin,
The combination of the Master and your efforts strong and true,
Will be enough to give you joy whatever marks comes to you.
(Millicent)Ann Margetson 22 May 2006