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
Move it around
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
Move it around
Move it around
Pick it up and move it around

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