More than a dance:

[bleedingworship]

I want to make love to the truth - to feel its power brush against my most fragile and tender places - to trust its discomfort, knowing that it takes time for the pleasure of its nature to transform the process. I want to feel it rise and fall into me, piercing brutality mixed with life-giving power. Dreadfully delightful, toxically dangerous, forever molding...me. Body, heart, mind, soul, spirit...movements and gasps, responsive whispers in Tongues unknown and unseen to the naked eye. Fulfilling - calming and alerting, giving and getting - more of me. More of me. Releasing a strength and a power that gives a bond and creates covenantal love. All of me, naked and unashamed, standing before its unreleased substance -
waiting...longing...yearning...groaning...moving...dancing...breathing...clenching...gasping...
for its release into me - penetrating even to divide soul and spirit, joints and marrow; judging the thoughts and attitudes of my heart, my body, my spirit...my life.

(Hebrews 4:12)