Supernatural Shove

Of every dark thought a captive make

The old manís habits he shall break

And send them to the pit

What he has not given he shall take.

I need a supernatural shove

A tough enduring love

To move me out of a living rut

And set my mind on things above

I need a supernatural shove

A tough enduring love

To push and mold me till Iím conformed

To the one I am made in the image of.

What he has not sown he shall also reap

What he has not given you shall not keep

If we hold onto the thing he hates

Weíll be cast with it into the deep.

Lord move me and reprove me

In the mighty flow of life you prove me

For Iím far too easily satisfied

With the trappings of distractions and pride

So mine me and refine me

In the fires of holiness bind me

Restore to me the passion of my youth

Until I am forced to reckon with your truth.

I need a supernatural shove

A tough enduring love

To move me out of a living rut

And set my mind on things above

I need a supernatural shove

A tough enduring love

To push and mold me till Iím conformed

To the one I am made in the image of.

Anthony Foster

May 25, 2005