WINKS

When the day breaks, it’s time for me to get up
I drag myself out of bed for that coffee in a cup
I think upon all the work and things I need to do
The thought came, my winks were only a few

O well, a few winks is what I manage to run on
The days of having a full tank is way long gone
Seems in these times we get by with less and less
But yet our economical state, is in a far worse mess

There’s always someone telling us what to do
And then another saying I don’t agree with you
Who’s fault, does not matter one way are the other
The evidence states , we're all in trouble brother

Answer to all this, God is the only one that knows
But do you ask Him, which way you should go
No! you sit up there in your white ivory towers
Passing hair brain schemes in the midnight hours

Do you remember, united we stand divided we fall
With this nonsense and bickering amongst you all
Or is that a phrase long forgotten from the past
Like In God We Trust, for the pits of hell, is cast

The world watching America become a laughing stock
When out of your mouth comes phony baloney poppy cock
Those right wings and left wings flying around up there
Leave impressions of angels in Washington square

And to think a few winks is what I manage to run on
The days of having a full tank is way long gone
America, turn back to God, your standing at the brink
You've had way too many ,too many WINKS…

Patricia A Moore
January 18,2010

There Laid A Branch

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Upon my window
A dove did land
And there laid a branch
In the palm of my hand.

I carried that branch
I carry it today
Reaching out in His love
Is the only way.

I’ll praise Him, I’ll praise Him today
El Shaddai
Yahweh

Although my heart was broken
An olive branch was there
I heard the word spoken
Forgiveness I’m to share.

I saw the storm was over
I could see the light
His love surrounded me
Everything felt right.

I’ll praise Him, I’ll praise Him today
El Shaddai
Yahweh

Upon my window
A dove did land
And there laid a branch
In the palm of my hand.

I carried that branch
I carry it today
Reaching out in His love
Is the only way.

I’ll praise Him, I’ll praise Him today
El Shaddai
Yahweh
O’ I’ll praise Him, I’ll praise Him today
El Shaddai
Yahweh
Yes I’ll praise Him, I’ll praise Him today
El Shaddai
Yahweh

Upon my window
A dove did land
And there laid a branch
In the palm of my hand.



© 2009 Patricia A. Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Music and Melody: Gerti M. Blackwell
Vocals: Patricia A. Moore, Gerti M. Blackwell, Judy L. Wilson

Reigning Son Shine

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CHORUS:
Heal me, O’Lord, and I shall be healed
Save me, and I shall be saved
For Thou art my praise
May the reigning Son
Shine from my heart
The fountain of living waters
You did impart.

VERSE:
Search my heart
Try my reins
May the fruit I bear
Not be found in vein.

CHORUS:
Heal me, O’Lord, and I shall be healed
Save me, and I shall be saved
For Thou art my praise
May the reigning Son
Shine from my heart
The fountain of living waters
You did impart.

VERSE:
Lord when they ask
Where is Thy Word
Let it come forth
From my heart to be heard.

CHORUS:
Heal me, O’Lord, and I shall be healed
Save me, and I shall be saved
For Thou art my praise
May the reigning Son
Shine from my heart
The fountain of living waters
You did impart.

VERSE:
As a tree .. planted by the river
So be my heart
To You forever.

CHORUS:
Heal me, O’Lord, and I shall be healed
Save me, and I shall be saved
For Thou art my praise
May the reigning Son
Shine from my heart
The fountain of living waters
You did impart.


FINAL:
May the reigning Son
Shine from my heart
The fountain of living waters
You did impart.

2009 Patricia A. Moore

Lyrics by: Patricia A. Moore
Music by: Gerti M. Blackwell
Sung by: Patricia A. Moore, Gerti M. Blackwell and Judy L. Wilson

Sweet Angel

Eddie ( Tater ) Salsbury

The Lord sent an angel,one special as can be
The Lord sent an angel,reaching out unto me
Filling my weary days and long lonely nights
Caring for this angel was generosity's delight

A touch of innocence,long forgotten by the world
Prominence of no importance,violently hurled
A heart professing purity,sounding truth thereof
The Lord sent a sweet angel,special,for me to love

Animosity gains no footage on this precious ground
Only a poetic journey of mystery,hereto is found
Corruption takes not place within the mind of thee
My sweet angel,my sweet angel,the Lord sent to me

Cherished moments brought forth by Unconditional love
Instantly beckon's us,to grasp the significance,of
As the butterfly is taken captive,by setting of net
So be that beautiful moment when serenity is met

One of life’s greatest treasures,heavenly bestowed
A fortress of God’s beauty,he gave privilege to hold
Although of,the essence of time,there is no guarantee
I’ll love that sweet angel,that sweet angel,sent to me.

Patricia A Moore
December 28 2009

Star High

On my Christmas tree the star high
Glowed blissfully drawing me nigh,
The tree not adorned with silver or gold
But light that gleamed on things of old

From there I went to a place in time
Where out of the east, His star did shine
Through the darkness , while on their quest
Wise men sought Him, they were blessed

They ask whereof our sovereign King
Destiny cries out, glory of salvation sings
Lo, the star, was before them, light of love
Guidance gracefully flowing from above

Entering the dwelling of the young child
Worship took ground ,treasures compiled
From the dream my thoughts immerge nigh
Back to the Christmas tree on the STAR HIGH!

Patricia A Moore
December 18 2009