Get onto The Dancefloor, move your feet.

Feel the music, live the beat!

You sit all night watching other people groove,

Not being part of the music, not making a move.

As volume increases and the beat comes in,

You stare and you wonder, "Should I have joined in?"

Get onto The Dancefloor, move your feet.

Feel the music, live at the beat!

There is only one step from your chair to the floor.

That step is important 'cause it leads to more.

As you move with the others, you swing and you jive_

You feel the pulse ofthe music, it makes you alive!

Get onto The Dancefloor, move your feet.

Feel the music, live the beat!

Life is a dance floor, though many join in,

so many are watching, they never begin,

Now don't be a Wallflower, don't be a Prune,

Leave your seat by the doorway, hear the call of the tune.

Get onto The Dancefloor, move your feet.

Feel the music, live the beat!

God did not make us to sit and to stare.

He made us to love. He made us to care.

Don't wait for another to show you the way.

Be a Mover a Shaker, be one today!

Get onto The Dancefloor, move your feet.

Feel the music, live the beat!

The World, it is waiting for "Doers Of Good".

Be part of the melody, you can if you would.

So carpe diem, seize the moment, the day.

For there is no tomorrow, there is only today.

Get onto The Dancefloor, move your feet,

Feel the music, live the beat !

Soon comes The Last Waltz.  The band packs it's kit.

Coats are put on .The house lights are lit.

Will the last waltz of history find  you've never taken the chance.  

Never taken the moment to join in the dance ?

Get onto The Dancefloor, move your feet.

Feel  the music, live the beat!

Let's wind him up.

It's just for fun!

Let's start on him and watch him run.

Let's call him names.

Give him a poke.

Let's pat his head and watch him smoke.

Let's kick his legs,

Let's make him swear.

Let's stoke his fire and watch it flare.

Then when  he burns.

And when he hits.

When he  bites,

And when he spits.

We'll call for Miss,

With shock and dismay, 

 And claim not to know why he behaves this way!

Hold Me

(written at the 24 hour prayer day in Clapham)

Lord, the darkness is so dense,

My path is hard to see.

 I don't need instructions, shouted out.

 I just want you to hold me.

 I ‘m promised there's a happy place,

Where all my hopes will come to be.

But now I'm lost, that home seems far away.

Please don't just promise, hold me.

 Lord, I have seen wonders you have given.

In Past times, I rejoiced in all I see.

Now times have changed and things are hard.

Please just take my hand and hold me.

It was never meant, things always would go well.

You never promised a Disneyland to be.

 But you did promise you would never leave!

So here you are, just hold me.