'I Was Just Dancing' Poem by Linda Winchell

There can be injury from sin while you’re dancing
Needn’t touch it directly you see.
It sort of rubs off on us in someway
And can cause you grave unseen injury.

Like when you catch your mind wandering
To those places it shouldn’t really go.
Even though you might not commit the deed
Your mind has already suffered it so.

“But I wasn’t touching it, “Father”
“I was just dancing around and around.
And somehow I reached out my hand
And that sin was what now is bound.”

We can’t dance around sinful thoughts or deeds
Eventually you’re going to get stuck!
It will leave scars unseen by others
From the needles of sins cactus now plucked