you feel like you're outside
of God's rescue zone
you prayed you praised
yet still feel all alone
on the ropes trying to cope
finances dire
Health issues family situs
just got fired
God will move
but only
In His own time
God will move
but not
when you chime
the devil's whispering in your ear
saying for you, God doesn't care
so let me tell you for a fact
no matter what, God has your back
God will move
but only
in His own time
God will move
but not
when you chime
God can move time within
God can move time without
as God's Omnipresent
and He has that kind of clout
during before and after
any and all events
trust and believe that for you,
God is ever present
God will move even
when situations seem dead
God will move
for by the Spirit He is led
God will move
but only
in His own time
God will move
but not
when you chime
God will move
but only
In His own time
God will move
but not
when you chime
God is moving
that's a fact
God is moving.
and He has your back
Move America, like the wind moves, we move the things that make us feel good.
Move America toward love, toward good, toward all the things that make our life good and calm as we grow into a new and loving America.
America moves like the wind, each one of us is part of the wind, we make a path forward with all of our friends.
Move America for love, for peace, for freedom of speech, freedom to love, freedom to choose, freedom to have all the gifts God gave us as we move forward in this life.
We remember God gave us freedom to choose, freedom to learn and grow at our pace, we value and protect all our freedoms in life.
Moses was moved by God, he followed his calling and made a life story we can all reflect on, Jonah story of being swallowed by the huge fish gives us the story of being moved, we are all moved in different ways, lift prays for America to move forward with love and understanding of all of the forces positive each day.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always, may he guide us in all we do each moment of life.
Some say,
'Let's see if we can't do it,'
before applying
themselves to it.
I'm sure, positive in fact,
'Let's see if we can,'
would be a more-rewarding move
to enact, than
attempting a negative to prove.
The beautiful impossible motion,
can we see, feel, touch motion?
No,
we see, feel, touch the results of motion.
Motion stands still,
until we use it.
We humans have no motion until we move,
walking, running, or maybe dancing.
Even weather has no motion,
until it speaks.
The winds blow with motion,
we then see the leaves move.
Everything starts out with no motion,
moving gives motion to the movement.
We can not see, feel or touch motion,
yet we can see, feel, touch motion in action.
What a wonderful impossible thing motion has been.
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theirn follow
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Rose petals pinching my skin,
Bruised brain beaten and defeated,
Hollow heart haunted by melancholic memories,
I move on, I move on and I move on.
Life longing for my will to live,
I float along,
Following my rhythm,
Singing my song.
My song of life and my absurd behaviour,
Crying, laughter, anger, love and fervour.
Kindness clinging closer in my veins,
Peace palpating through my heart.
I move on, I move on and I move on.
I float along,
Following my rhythm,
Singing my song.
Carrying my wounds like a winning warrior,
I move on, I move on and I move on,
I float along,
Following my rhythm,
Singing my song.
Spoke to my mind when my mouth forgot to move.
Said some words and tried to actually understand them, because actually understanding would change something.
Not me, not the person in front of me, but what we are to each other.
But each time, it felt harder to say them out.
The person sitting in front of me, looking for an answer, eyes moving like breeze, cooling me down.
The given flower, held tightly in my hand, making me more drenched than ever.
And still, those eyes looked for an answer.
I tried to get rid of the flower, while it got stuck to my palm as her hands were open.
And I realized I was the one stuck, and I spoke to my mind when my mouth forgot to move.
Why are you down, why are you mad, life changes, and things do not stay the same, think of the clown and smile, for everything changes just like the clouds.
Life can be beautiful, don’t throw it away, try to feel good, and choose another path, get on a path that is smooth like silk, one that makes you feel like dancing around.
I get it, sometimes life can get us down, it can get us unhappy and make us act out, but choose another way to vent, like the wind push the thoughts to another part of town, don’t throw it all away.
Life is the best, it has its ups and downs, like a road twisting, it can get us sick and sometimes make us feel bliss.
Don’t throw it all away, love and forgive, move forward and never throw your life away.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Sounds of spoken silence, a slight bit slippery,
Comfortable claims that ease and sing perfect songs,
Rescuing eruptive ridges embroidered in effervescent languages,
Oh, the uncomplex nature of your predictable valiance,
I’ve watched plenty of promises pretend to prosper,
While pouring perishing peace into pieces of me.
If to love you, sunken scars must bleed not bruise,
If to move you, soul must listen not speak
If we must live, what parts of us would die?
For I ache to pierce through materials manufactured by misled manipulators,
So, Before the instrument full of stain begins its calligraphy,
Mark me with the winter that hold your heart,
Tell the frost, how your limbs draw out my gravest parts,
It is your festering flaw, your voice that still anguishes me,
A sickness , for a figure driven by shame.
When we met,
brains went out the window.
Why should I listen to what you say?
When we met,
heart went overboard.
Why should I listen to what you say?
When we met,
you moved me now soul must listen.
Let us move on, my heart,
Though the weight of yesterday still lingers,
There’s a horizon calling us,
With the promise of brighter fingers.
The past may bleed through every scar,
But we cannot stay in the shadows of who we were,
For the light of tomorrow is waiting,
A dawn that we can now prepare.
Let us move on, my soul,
Not forgetting, but forgiving,
For there’s strength in what we’ve lost,
And freedom in what we’re living.
The pain will not define us,
Though it tried to make us small,
We’ve risen from the ashes,
And we’ll stand proud through it all.
So let us move on, hand in hand,
Into a world that’s still unknown,
For every step we take together,
We’ll build a place to call our own.
Let us move on, and let it be,
A journey of becoming free.
I struggle to eat
The latter days
Sleep’s a feat
Move, Doc says
No energy, I feel
The end, nigh?
My fate to seal
Mindless, I sigh
Progeny, trouble me
Questions the same
Text messages to see
Their wishes to tame
The end of a season
To honor the last lap
Going out, the reason
Journey’s end, to cap
Time is limited, it has a stop, it comes to a point and that’s the end.
Time is not on our side, it keeps moving, it has a speed, it moves forward with a will to succeed.
Time is watching, and counting the minutes, it wants, it looks, it plans to have what it wants.
Time is of the essence, so use it wisely, love a lot, forgive a lot, use each moment to try to improve and pass it forward.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
This life, a boon unasked,
Though with eddies and sudden twists.
Even at dead ends, a passage opens.
Move forward without dread
Our task here is to ‘seek and find’.
The days run from me.
They hide their faces
until the world falls still.
I chase their shadows, reaching
But they dissolve in my hands.
Only now do I see:
They were never running.
I was the one standing still,
the one who refused to move
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