When my dance is over I want my dance shoes to be well worn.
I want the ribbon to be tattered and torn.
The toes to be dirty and frayed.
The more holes the better to show how much I prayed.
May they reflect the days of dancing in celebration and tiptoeing through the pain, every song danced for the glory of His name. When my dance is over and at His feet I fall, may my shoes reflect that I gave Him my all and all.