(The Dance, by Henri Matisse, 1910) Psalm 21: Smiling towards the sun, On angels wings I run, Because my feet are clay, But my heart still craves the One. Singing in the breeze, My soul on bended knee, For the Maker of the Day, To laugh and sit with me.
Psalm 21: Smiling Towards the Sun
(The Dance, by Henri Matisse, 1910) Psalm 21: Smiling towards the sun, On angels wings I run, Because my feet are clay, But my heart still craves the One. Singing in the breeze, My soul on bended knee, For the Maker of the Day, To laugh and sit with me.