(Originally recorded by The Clergy)      So many different things I hold in my hand,    But I don't hold them there.   Gravity holds them down,   God’s finger picks them up moves them around.      Some of them I wanted to stay, some were a happy release.   Others appeared with joyous surprises others too heavy for grief.      Move it around.   Pick it up and move it around.      These things I hold them an offering to God.   He sees my hand and then   Raises me seven on my knees.   I will trust and obey.      Move it around.   Pick it up and move it around.