Here In Your Presence

She preferred to dance

alone

She didn’t allow anyone 

to lead her

Her every step was perfect

Her every turn

Every twirl

Yet there was no one to 

catch her the times she would stumble and fall

Dancing on the beat of 

her own drum

She was in full control

It suited her just fine

Underneath her perfect 

exterior was a heart torn 

to pieces

She had to dance alone 

not to be hurt

Her life looked perfect 

on the outside 

Only Jesus knew the 

issues she tried to mask

There’s a place of total abandonment Papa leads us to

Where He takes the lead 

and we are transformed the 

more we let go

Here nothing of the 

old can exist

It is a door in the spirit 

where we go through

We say our goodbyes to 

every aspect that belongs 

to our past

We follow Papa blindly

As He takes the lead

Dancing in sync on a 

heavenly sound

Safe and secure in our 

Father’s embrace

There’s no place we would 

rather be 

Than here in Your 

presence

Where we are One with You.

— Ebigale Wilson

Here In Your Presence