Whirling Dance February 26, 2014 — Leave a comment “You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers. I’m about to burst with song; I can’t keep quiet about you. God, my God, I can’t thank you enough.” Psalm 30: 11-12 MSG 35.081745 -84.877336 Share this:RedditPinterestLike Loading... Related