The year I was fourteen,
God met me at camp.
I had known him for years,
But that was a new depth of joy.
Shortly after, we went to Lake Michigan.
Alone, I danced on the shore
And on the cliff above the shore.
I felt like David, rejoicing before the Lord.
It was my secret worship.
More than a decade later, a friend
Was praying over me and said,
“He loves your dancing.”
The God of the Universe remembered.
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