God Moves Me
God moves me
in my everyday
while I am working
or just out to play.
God moves my soul
for ever more
wheather I am laughing
or sadness stands at my front door.
God moves me
while I lay down to sleep
as the moon move slowly
over top my head
while I thank God for my
soft bed.
God moves me with a beautifuly
butter fly
while watching it light on flowers
make me want to cry.
God moves me when I watch a child at play
he says, teach this child the right way.
God moves me
when I become weary and old
even though I now forget things
I still remember my bible
and the storys it told.
God moves me
when I stand at my love one grave
I think did I do enough
to make sure there life was saved?
God loves me this I know
because the Bible tells me so. by charlotte 2015
Copyright © Sharlotte Newan | Year Posted 2015
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