Who Will Dance On The Floor In

Grinning, Ducking My Head For Balance, I Start To Spin Wildly As I Can. That Is My Favorite Dance, Because It Contains A Secret. The Faster I Twirl, The More I Am Still Inside. My Dance Is All Motion Without, All Silence Within. As Much As I Love To Make Music, It's The Unheard Music That Never Dies. And Silence Is My Real Dance, Though It Never Moves. It Stands Aside, My Choreographer Of Grace, And Blesses Each Finger And Toe.

The Major Ingredient Of Any Recipe For Fear Is The Unknown.

I'm Trying To Imitate Jesus In The Fact That He Said To Be Like Children, To Love Children, To Be As Pure As Children And To Make Yourself As Innocent And To See The World Through Eyes Of Wonderment And The Whole Magical Quality Of It All.

Children Show Me In Their Playful Smiles The Divine In Everyone. This Simple Goodness Shines Straight From Their Hearts And Only Asks To Be Loved.

Children Have Taught Me To Always Be Forgiving.