There’s Always One More Dance

Did I miss the moment? Have I waited too long?
The words sound flat and the melody’s wrong.
Have I squandered the moment to sing my song,
to hold you close where you belong?
Tell me I haven’t missed the chance
to take your hand for the final dance.

It’s always so hard to say goodbye.
Time doesn’t wait; with a tear and a sigh
the last rays of sunlight vanish from sight;
the music stops; all becomes night.

But darkness does not control the light,
for in an instant, when all is right,
the song begins and then the sight,
transforming the darkness, soft then bright
to show the way to Love’s embrace,
seen now in every beautiful face
of those you blessed along life’s way,
all you befriended in former days,
when, in their need, they turned to you,
and in Christ’s Way, you saw them through.
And now they’ve come to welcome you
in the name of Him whose words are true:
“See, beloved; I make all things new.”