A Different Dance
Dancing with the devil, some do it everyday,
never thinking once, they will have to pay.
Fast dance, slow dance, and some all in a line,
dancers of his music, eyes closed so blind.
Poison is the brew, that some hold in their hand,
over indulgence of any kind, may destroy a mortal man.
Give your burdens to the Lord,
His hands are big , and strong,
and when you sing His praises,
you'll dance to a different song.
|