O Lord, Let Us Dance Poem by Mark Heathcote

O Lord, let us dance & skip our heart's content away
Whilst listening to Gaelic pipes let us fill our cups
And follow those amber lamps stars that glow by day
And keep our hearts chartered by a distant star
That hasn't turned dull leaden silver with apathy.
Dreaming to be good, and never, just superfluous:

O Lord, let us dance & skip our heart's content away
Let us tarry and climb your heights your winding stair
O, my Lord, I speak bluntly, but please answer our prayer.
Never just let us fall skip & dance without you in clear sight.
When hearts full of love and mead pour those waters contrite
Promise us we can be saved, climb on high despite all or what we be

O Lord, whatever you do don't spite me!
Just tell us… them, tell me we've all been saved that I'm with you.
That my sins are consigned, consumed never again to be exhumed.
That no one can curse me, call me evil and tar me.
O Lord I wait for the last standing sparrow and your cockcrow
O let us dance & skip our way home.