This is a poem I wrote thirteen years ago when I needed a miracle. It wrote it and then spoke it often, to declare the faithfulness of God. I got my miracle. Share it with someone who needs to hear it.
NOT MOVED
Not moved by what I see…
Not moved by what I hear.
Not moved by what I feel…
Not moved by what I fear.
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Though troubles may approach me…
Though rumors may abound.
Though others may reproach me…
I will reject that sound.
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Though weakness may encroach…
on my abundant strength.
Though sickness come and cloak me…
In Christ I will remain.
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Not moved by what attacks me…
Not moved by what I lack.
Not moved by who deserts me…
Not moved by who turns back.
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Jesus is my Master… My Lord, my Strength, my Shield.
Though others may persuade me… To Him alone I yield.
I live for Him with confidence… In Spirit I am filled.
I live for Him with faithfulness… His kingdom I will build.
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Not moved by what I see…
Not moved by what I hear.
Not moved by what I feel…
Not moved by what I fear.
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Just moved by my Lord Jesus…
And moved by my own zeal.
Just moved by grace and mercy…
My life in Him is real!