Many times when I get a chance
I would dance
But I got frustrated
Because what I did, just seemed wasted
It was Christian dance ministry
For me was too ordinary
They said, they were dancing for the Lord
He was their reward
It didn't seem like the truth
Since I didn't see any fruit
My demonic oppression, didn't go away
Infact, it only chose to stay
No one seemed to care about my depression
Almost everyone, only wanted to make a great impression
To men
Back then
I barely heard conversations of the desire
In the Holyspirit to get higher
Written on them, I saw lust
The flesh, seem to be, their must
Young dance students, didn't seem to care
Their disintrest in the Holyspirit,the instructors were unaware
While students acted
The devil kept dance teachers distracted
I'm seeing all of this
To this day,wondering what the devil was doing, how could they have miss
I wasn't there to be seen
Or to fullfil a fleshful dream
I was just looking for the Holyspirit
He didn't seem there,so dancing there,I got fed up with it
And many ask,"Why you stop coming to dancing?!"
Well because, now,God's presence I'm glancing
Note:This is a true story.By my experience I have learned that, many people do things for themselves, but yet lie, that they were doing it for God.
Sometimes the places God will stop you from going, are places where God seems there but he is not.
©arianna.b
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