Refrain: A dancer's body leaps and falls, and as the move succeeds or fails, she cannot hide behind her pride but openly, herself reveals. No mask to hide behind for Mary's child. Her baby's naked needs have neither modesty nor tact: God isn't putting on an act. No script to hide behind, but in the street Christ's open, jostled love can heal a woman in the crowd and show that touching is allowed. Ref. A dancer's body leaps and falls ... No drum to hide behind, no hero's sword and patriotic war, for what you get is what you've heard: a healer's parabolic word. No crown to hide behind at Pilate's bar. Christ's body, tired and bruised, will be the only truth that sings (no angel armies in the wings). Ref. A dancer's body leaps and falls ... No clothes to hide behind upon the cross. God's nailed and naked dance in pain is learning to be still, and all its promises fulfill. No tomb to hide behind, but in the dawn, a body, filled with light, will dance among us as we grieve and gasp, and soaringly believe. Ref. A dancer's body leaps and falls ...