Testo: Nicole C. Mullen. Diety.

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Every move yeah every move [x2]

The chronology of my theology is not based on philosophy or Greek mythology,
But before the garden where we all started,
Existed one of three: the trinity.
More real than the trees, the mountains, the seas, the flowers, the breeze, the whole galaxy
'Cause every move I make, and every breath I take is a gift, a deity.
Yea, every move I make, and every breath I take is a gift, a deity.
Now you say, if your God is real why can't you feel him? Why can't you see him?
I say can you look into the sun and retain your vision?
Can you dissect the wind with accurate precision?
Can you feel your own brain while it makes a decision?
No, I didn't thinks so.
These eyes were not made for such beauty, such splendor,
Nor could they behold such a wonderful sight.
His shafts of light, his strength his might
Are more than my frame of thought can handle.
Yet, I see him every time I'm lost in the dark,
Or whenever life shoots an arrow straight through my heart.
I feel him by my side, his strength he provides.
I feel my confidence even after fears have reside.
More real than the trees, the mountains, the seas, the valleys, the breeze, the whole galaxy
'Cause every move I make, and every breath I take is a gift, a deity,
Yea, every move, you take, every breath you make is a gift, a deity.
Think about it.

Every move, yeah, every move [x2]

Every move I make and every breath I take...
(More real than the trees, the mountains the seas, the valleys the breeze, the whole galaxy)
Every move I make and every breath I take...
(More real than the trees, the mountains the seas, the valleys the breeze, the whole galaxy)
It's a diety
(More real than the trees, the mountains the seas, the valleys, the breeze, the whole galaxy)

[Cute baby talk at the end]