she claps her hands and wiggles her hips and stomps her feet
and sometimes there is not
she doesn't care who watches
and she always ends with a smile
oh that we could dance just because
without the looks the stares the questions
oh that we would
when i hold her at church, she will sing with the choir
and before i know it her hips are moving in my arms
and her hands are clapping
truly worshipping
oh that we would truly worship
give it all up for God
all that stops us -- other's, pride, pretentiousness, judgement
and just dance