Forrest Frank - DANCING IN THE PRESENCE Lyrics

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FORREST FRANK - DANCING IN THE PRESENCE (OFFICIAL AUDIO)

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Forrest Frank is having a moment, and I get why. The production on "Child of God" is light, bouncy, and feels like a Friday afternoon when you’ve finally clocked out. It’s easy to listen to. But standing here at the back of the room, hearing him sing, "Take my mind, Lord, here I am / Until all I have is Your plan," I have to ask: does that hold up when the plan is actually a disaster?

We’re real good at singing about surrender when the bank account is stable and the house is quiet in a peaceful, "everything’s okay" kind of way. But if you’re sitting in an office chair waiting for HR to tell you your position is gone, or standing in a funeral home looking at a mahogany box, "Until all I have is Your plan" starts to feel like a high-stakes bet. If God’s plan is a closed door or a diagnosis that doesn’t go away, are we still “dancing in the presence of the Lord”? Or is that just a nice rhyme that falls apart the second the floor drops out?

There’s a bit of a "cheap grace" vibe here—the kind that assumes being a "child" means everything is sunshine and smooth sailing. But Scripture doesn’t really play that way. Look at David in the Psalms. He wasn't dancing in a state of oblivious joy when he was crying out for his enemies to be dealt with or mourning his own failures. He was raw. He was angry. He was honest. Surrender isn't just handing over your heart on a good day; it’s screaming at the sky on the bad ones because you’ve got nothing left to give, and you’re mad that the plan seems to involve so much loss.

Frank sings, "Take my heart, Lord, here it is / ’Til I have nothing left to give." That’s the part that catches me. We usually wait until we’re empty to offer it up, don't we? It’s easier to be "a child" when you’re out of options and you’ve finally run out of energy to fix things yourself.

I’m left wondering if the dancing is actually the reaction to the plan, or if it’s a distraction from it. If you’re really dancing, you’re moving. You’re exposed. You’re vulnerable. That’s a bold thing to claim when life is hitting hard. I want to believe the lyrics, I really do. I just don't know if "dancing" is the right word for what it looks like to trust God when the air is thick with grief and the "plan" is an absolute mystery.

Maybe that’s the unfinished part. Maybe the honesty isn't in the dancing, but in the "Wait, wait, wait" breaks he throws in. Maybe the wait is where the actual life happens. It’s not a catchy chorus, but it’s the only part that feels like it could survive a Tuesday morning in the real world.