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... lyrics by kahlil gibran and jason mraz

you were born together
and together ye shall be forever
until death should scatter
it wouldn't matter in the memory of God above
let the wind of heaven dance between you too
allow the space and time to bring you closer to everlasting love
cause God moves
what do you do
God moves through you

when love beckons
his ways are often hard and steep
when his wings unfold
ye yield to all he speaks
the soul it might be hidden there among his pinions
oh you may wear a wound that truly spoke to you
believe in all that voice and follow through
follow so on and on

what do you do when God moves through you
what do you do
say i do
i do

just remember love possesses nothing
nor would it ever be possessed
oh love is love sufficient unto love
and you can figure out the rest

your children will not be your children
they are the daughters and the son of a beginning
they'll come through your womb but not be coming from you
they will be with you but do not belong to you
you may give them your love but not your thoughts
then they'll arrive with their own hearts
they're the coming of angels this blessed season
and then they'll sing oh how God rests in reason
God rests in reason

so what do you do
ooh when God moves through you
what do you do
say i do
i do

think not you can direct the course of
love itself directs the course allowed
believe not God is in your heart, child
but rather you're in the heart of God

what do you do
say i do
i do
i do

think not you can direct the course of
love itselfs directs the course allowed
believe not God is in your heart, child
but rather you're in the heart of God

what do you do
ooh when God moves through you
remember God rests in reason
say i do
i do

--
adapted from "the prophet" by kahlil gibran
lyrics by kahlil gibran and jason mraz

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