The following is a poem by Mrs. Rose Hill and reprinted with her permission…
O, God move by your mighty power;
O, God on us Your blessings shower.
Why don’t You move, Why do You wait?
This dry and barren land we hate.
O, God please move mighty quick;
So many of Your children are so sick.
Come rescue us from all this pain;
So now the Victory we can gain.
Now child, to move, your asking Me;
But I’m waiting for you to move you see.
Move into a life of earnest prayer,
And I will move to meet you there.
Move into a place where praises flow;
And watch that barren dryness go.
Move into a life of witnessing,
And see how your heart will sing.
Move to help someone in need;
And see your healing come with speed.
I’m waiting on you to stir up the fire;
And then I’ll move as you desire.