She dons her favorite party dress
Afraid to take the chance,
Lest her date should get here early
To take her to the dance.
Her feet are quicker now,
But the steps are just the same.
Upon the golden garden floor
She dances in His name.
The colors all awhirl;
The lights ablaze with hue;
Now you see her glowing face--
The dancing girl is YOU!
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