I Dance Alone wtih Empty Arms

    I haven't told Reed I do this until recently because it sounds so pathetic, but perhaps no more so than talking to Trace at his grave. Though I do not dance and could not waltz at gunpoint, it is my sad, rare and comforting ritual of the Christmas season. The song is one I posted last year, "Christmas Lullaby/

I Will Lead You Home" by Amy Grant--which I'm having trouble linking this year.    https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.youtube.com/watch%3Fv%3DCAfDgntyWs8&ved=2ahUKEwikpYjJwI6RAxVJADQIHY-iOY4QtwJ6BAgqEAI&usg=AOvVaw26Q4L98s5RHzXo41EW_Cru

I Dance Alone with Empty Arms  

 

Sometimes, when in the house alone

with Christmas season coming on,

I play a certain song about 

a wanderer being led home.

 

The music is three quarter time,

a pulse that resonates with mine.

I raise my arms up and waltz on

as if I'm dancing with my son,

 

though in life, we neither did nor would.

I dance alone with empty arms

remember his hugs, his shoulders strong, 

a refuge to be counted on.

 

But then, perhaps I'll have a chance

for a mother and son wedding dance

at the marriage supper of the Lamb,

our union with the great I AM

 

and all the ones we love so much,

who wait in heaven, safe from harm.

With empty arms I dance alone

until the time he leads me home. 

 

11/24/25