Here's something I wrote in Creative Writing.
You move me like the cool breeze of yesterday and the light of tomorrow. A dawn of a new day, an end to all sorrow. And with every day, I am forced into wonder, of a Savior, a Messiah, whose name brings the thunder. Or the quietest whisper in my ear, spoken so that only I will hear.
You move me like the light at the end of my hall, a constant reminder that you catch me when I fall. You move me like the sun kisses the water at sunset, and how the moon disappears without a word, and I would be plunged into darkness if you would ever leave me, for only with you can I truly see. And at night when no one it's near, I call out your name because I can't do it alone and you are the song I am singing.
You move me like the mountains you could, the rain on a sad goodbye, my favorite song, but look : I see the day coming when I can see your face and thank you for your endless love and grace.
Lord I need you, oh I need you and I anxiously await the day of our rescue. But until that day I will wait and see, Lord continue to move in me.