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