Dancing with daddy

My daddy tought me how to dance
and I am dancing still
He picked me up with his thumbs
and like that we would twirl
I later became too heavy
to pick up and spin around
So then I learned how to dance
with my feet upon the ground
I would dance sometimes with my daddy
to old music way late at night
And when he twirled me around, I smiled
because everything felt perfect,
everything seemed right.

I no longer dance with Daddy
but I will dance alone
I'm afraid to dance in front of people
In that way I haven't grown
I like to dance for Jesus though
He doesn't care if I'm bad
My dancing for Him is my worship
and that makes Him glad
Someday I'll dance with people around, I will
because my daddy taught me how to dance
and I am dancing still