This chair stands light and slender, yet strong,
Balanced by an angel’s hand,
It could dance like a ballerina.
The hands that made this
Knew the feel of rightness,
Fashioning a prayer
For the world.
When they danced
Their bodies trembled as He came,
The Holy Spirit fired their cells
With frenzy, made their eyes
Start from their sockets.
On polished pine floors
They moved as one,
In perfect unison,
With graceful steps
And voices raised in song,
Gathering and sharing blessings.
They worked as if
They had a thousand years to live,
And as if they were to die that very day.
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