Notes surge; I feel my soul arise
As if carried by butterflies;
A thousand prayers to God my King—
“Oh, thanks for all You’ve done for me!”
I can’t contain this joy inside.
But sometimes, still, I tend to hide
Behind closed doors to dance this dance.
This secret heavenly romance
Must not be secret anymore.
I must fling wide this bolted door,
These walls that hide my praise, destroy;
And, though no singer, sing for joy.
Oh, Father, please, enable me
To not be shy, but set me free
To sing and dance and laugh aloud
And tell of all Your mercies, how
You’ve changed my life and given me
A new dance for these hands and feet
A new song in my mouth, to sing
The glories of You, LORD, my King,
And of all that You’ve done for me.
Unhindered, may I dance, freely.