Moved (Poem)
Sit, still, stay
Do not try to stray
Sit, still, stay
Everything is in the way
Pulled
Pushed
Hurt
Beaten
Where oh where is there to go?
Have we been suken so low?
Bit by bit
Yet it feels like does not exist
Sometimes
Many times
It will not
It. Will. Not
And that is fine
That is good
Oh so very, very good
Having faith that He will always move us
More than we ever thought He could