There have been mountains and valleys, desserts and tears.
How the Lord moves in me through out the years.
Gently removing the pain & the fears.
Now I am covered in His lovely humility,
By His blood so gracefully shed just for me.
Lost in my ways, I'm destined for change.
Lord move in me;
I'm not who I used to be!
He quickly came in, when I confessed all my sin,
That's when His Spirit slowly begin
Molding me into His perfect image.
Letting go of bondage, baggage with courage.
Lost in His ways, I'm destined for change.
Lord move in me;
I'm not who I used to be!
He's more than patient, to this mirey clay.
Once I was marred, but now I am changed.
Healing the brokenness, burried so deep.
Opening my eyes, its His love that I see.
Lost in His ways, I'm destined for change.
Lord move in me;
I'm not who I used to be!
Now with His strong arms, holding me dear,
He's shown me my weakness and His strength endures.
No longer walking through this world all alone.
I am His masterpiece, beauty defined.
Lord, move in me!
