Little Dancer

Will I ever be good enough?
A question we always pounder.
If I'm not what you want,
I'll look further yonder.

I've learned that to some,
you'll amount to a speck of dust.
But you'll mean the heavens to most,
those are the one's you can trust.

You may feel worthless,
for a time or two.
I promise I get it,
I'm just like you.

You wonder to yourself,
Am I exactly what they want?
If you ask me that question,
to you I'll be very blunt.

No one has your talents,
No one has your beautiful soul.
No one can do your dance,
that's in your control.

Remember the worth of souls,
is great in the sight of our God.
Practice his dance,
Hold to his dancing rod.

For every question you have,
this can always be an answer.
I'm choreographed in the dance of life
God's the writer, Your the dancer

He knows this dance,
He planned it so well.
But you have your choices,
and practice will show and tell.

Your more then good enough,
you've danced life's Swan Lake.
You have other dancer's with you,
to push you on from a mistake.

You have a coach
he'll help if you ask
he will teach you how
to preform the impossible task

Preform your final show
flowers at your feet
and into our coaches arms
where you can once again meet

"Welcome home my child"
"A job well done"
"You never danced alone"
"Meet the savior, my son"

As our eyes will meet
I'll remember you carrying me
"My sister I love you, welcome home"
He says while embracing me.