MOVE ON ME
 
Move on my soul
Make me whole
Let all other things rock and roll
After I'm filled, I'll need a cap
Where nothing I get from You Lord
Can run out
As I clap my hands and shout
There is not, in my mind, a single doubt
That My Lord and Savior wants me to be without
Worldly things are not the issue here
It's Love and Love of  each other 
That he heeds me with his beckoning call
Let this world and all human race
Praise You Lord, and be saved
By grace through faith
YOU are LOVE
 
By Shirley Updike
October 3, 2007