Текст песни Move - Crux

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