"Dance With My Father"

Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me
and then Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream

Song by Luther Vandross

Beloved, "It is well," God's ways are always right,
And perfect love is o'er them all,
Tho' far above our sight.

Beloved, "It is well," Tho' deep and sore the smart,
The hand that wounds knows how to bind
and heal the broken heart.

Beloved, "It is well," Tho' sorry clouds our way,
"Twill only make the joy more dear
that ushers in the day.

Beloved, "It is well," the path that Jesus trod,
Tho' rough and strait and dark it be,
Leads home to heaven and God.

I miss you, Mom and Dad, more than words can say.

Kiss your children every day - today is gone, and tomorrow may never come.

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