Move - Crux

So many different things I hold in my hand

But I don’t hold them there

Gravity holds them down

God’s finger picks them up moves them around

Some of them I wanted to stay, some were a happy release

Others appeared with joyous surprises others too heavy for grief

Move it around

Pick it up and move it around

These things I hold them an offering to God

He sees my hand and then

Raises me seven on my knees

I will trust and obey

Move it around

Pick it up and move it around