Lord, I love the way you move me
But you move me in mysterious ways
And so often Lord I cannot see,
But, always, you never cease to amaze
Sometimes Lord I love the way you move me
Sometimes as a subtle soft sound in the trees
Sometimes in a flood and mighty gale
Sometimes through the love that tore the veil
You move like fire coursing through my veins
And I come alive with joyous strains
You move me through the seasons' change
And sometimes, my heart, you rearrange
You work in ways I don't always comprehend
I don't always understand them I won't pretend
But though I don't know why or where or how
I know that someway someday somehow
That you are there and it is you
You are there living, loving, and true
And I will trust:
That as sure as the sun rises and the wind blows
I will follow it wherever it goes
For, you are God, and you move me
And where you are is where I want to be