she has danced in the streets

she has danced in the streets

she has danced in the streets
she has begged for provision
she has lain in the muddy roads
cold and poverty-stricken

she has worn evidence
of a life not ever loved
she has been living proof
of living off not enough

she has been beaten down
by hands who use her daily
she has been oft reminded
of her many failings

but now, she dances and dances
in His golden throneroom
she dances, dances, dances
for her beautiful Bridegroom 

The End

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