Dance.

A poem by Kacy Davis

Where freedom is,
laughter flourishes
In the arms of safety,
knowing she is treasured,
She is free

He watches her,
His beloved daughter,
He sees her dance and laugh and be
Her twirls and giggles fill the air

She falls
She cries
She hurts
Her freedom gives her room to struggle

But quickly comes the arms of safety,
they reassure her,
It is ok,
she is safe,
she is loved,
she is still treasured

The dance of joy,
The song of freedom,
The reassurance of a loving Father,
These are the most beautiful things

Kacy Davis lives in Fort Worth, Texas with her husband, Collin. She is a special education teacher and advocate of those with special needs and loves her job. She spends her time riding bikes with her husband, running, reading, and enjoying those she loves. Kacy believes in reinventing what it means to be a woman and wife who loves the Lord and longs to help others learn to love the Lord with abandon, freedom, and a greater understanding of grace. She writes here.
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