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.

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