Dance with the King

Lord of the King of the Hills
And of the purple haze;
God of the dark skies
And of the better dayz,
I will dance with thee.

Lord of the crying sparrows,
And of the wiltered flowers;
God of the cracked bells,
At the marking of the hour,
I will dance with thee.

Lord of the poor souls,
Throughout all of eternity;
God of the broken bread,
And of the red wine,
I will dance with thee.

Lord of life and death,
my selfhood lives--
not in my lips
alone,
but in my will.
On the throne,
will you
let me dance with thee?