Moved
Watching the dance – stirred by fantasy –
How the beat of the music moved me.
Stirred by emotion that helped me imagine,
that this harmony was real in me.
I could only watch and mimic because I was unlearned,
no knowledge–no truth–nothing to lead me.
Temporary illusion, a fantasy, a vision that deceived.
Not so when the Holy Spirit filled me,
The Word teaches, Wisdom moves me in His harmony.
What is real is solid, unshaken as the unshakable Rock.
God knows the heart – He works the change – He stirs.
Nothing is hidden from Him–He is not deceived.
The heart – where true worship comes –
In Spirit and Truth is the only acceptable way.
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