My Waltz with Abba

How sweet is the waltz, the dance with you when I find myself in tune with your heavenly melody. Your foot prints are clear and easy to follow. As a partner you never let go and leaving me to wander. If I slip you catch me and wait for me. Like a little girl standing on her Daddy's feet, we waltz to the tune of Mercy and Grace. As a proud Father admires his daughter on prom day, you dressed me in a robe of righteousness and pinned me with the Lily of the Valley. You bless my feet with the sandals of peace, I must share the good news. I sing my song, Lord be Glorified.
I dance my dance like David danced, my waltz with My Father. my Abba.