Skip, dance and sing

Skip, dance, sing, cast care aside,

He is my joyful Lord.

I His mirthful Bride.

Sparkle, shine, glow,

Laugh well, and sing.

I am His loving love,

He is my glorious King.

Perfume, colour, flowers,

All sorts of jewels rare,

Exalt and worship, love,

Breath on the spicy air.

My hope, my love, existence,

and creation,

My being, and my constant consolation,

My soul is still, yet like a mighty river,

Is surging forth, its torrents

Ceasing never.

Kathy Breakell