Dancing with my Lord

Oh how I long to dance, dance with my Lord. To feel
His arms around me as we sway to sweet melodies. To
feel Him caress me and hold me close, close to the
body that was bruised for me. As His hand grasps mine
my heart skips a beat, for I can feel it. I close my
eyes. A tear falls from my eye and I feel it again as
His hand grazes my cheek. I feel the scar. The very
place the nails pierced His hands. All at once my
thoughts are filled with guilt that I was the one who
held the nail. Then to my surprise He answered my
thoughts. His voice soft, but also so full and
assuring. "No my child, my love, my bride. No, I
held the nail. I love you, I've always loved you, so
much that I took your place so we could be together.
Your sin I have forgiven, forgotten. Your the most
beautiful child I've seen. I embraced those nails,
and now I embrace you, my dearest love. Dance with
me. Dance with me." He then pulled me so close that
I could fell His heart beat. Should I dare look into
His eyes. Once again He answered me, "It's okay." I
open my eyes and lift my head and gaze into the most
radiant face. It was beaming with the brightest
light. Not blinding light, but glowing with
indescribable glory. Then there they were, twinkling
like the stars. No the stars twinkle like His eyes,
for He was here before the stars. He was the one who
placed them in the heavens. I felt a warmth, a
comfort from staring into the eyes of my Creator. The
melodies continued, but now it was a song of
celebration, of liberation. He gave me a twirl and
the tempo increased. We were now leaping for joy, for
I am free. "Rejoice my child! I have "bought" you home.
You were worth all the pain." And almost
instantaneously I was standing on the floor of the the
most glorious throne room. My Lord was now sitting on
the right hand of a robe that is unending, forever
going up into the sky. "Dance for me my child." I am
on the largest dance floor imaginable having God the
Father, Jesus the Son and all the heavenly angels as
my audience. I am being invited to dance a dance of
worship and praise before all of heaven. I can't. I
can't bring myself to move. All the eyes of heaven
should not be upon me. "They always have been. I've
been there cheering you on. I've been there helping
you to this place. Worship me in dance. Show your
gratitude now as I take joy in you being here. For
you finally made it, my child. The race has been won.
The fight is now over. Let the celebration begin.
You made it home, my child. I am so proud of you.
Now dance. Dance. Dance." Oh how I long to dance,
before my Lord.