And this is where those who suffer from depression - or myriad other illlnesses of the mind, can, in their brokenness, bring living waters to those who are so lonely, even in the midst of many other people, in a nursing home.
Sometimes, the ‘vessels’ carrying this water, may be broken or even shattered…
Yet they hear the cry of the poor, wherever this cry is heard, because they may feel empty inside, themselves - because of this illness of mind.
And, one day, the helper and the helped [who were helpers, too]
will join hands and dance with joy, together, with the
Lord of the Dance.
Dance, dance, wherever you may be;
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He.
And I’ll lead you all wherever you may be,
And I’ll lead you all in the dance, said He.
cyberhymnal.org/htm/l/o/r/lordoftd.htm