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

Strokes Of Love

When strokes of love are put upon a page,
It speaks the heart of the one portrayed.
With every brush stroke you tell a story,
Giving God Blessing, Honor and Glory.

Capturing the essence of His nature foretold,
In the harmonizing colors that start to unfold.
Movement of paint, gliding across the canvas time,
Creates a beautiful picture, heavenly designed.

Inspiration can come from most anywhere..
A child in a sandbox, or a town's old time square.
Drive in the country, a picnic at the lake..
Family gathering around for a picture to take.

Or a walk along the beach at night..
Full moon glistening off the water just right.
The soft breeze blowing through your hair..
Just God and you, in the night air.

On the palette of life, arranged and blended,
From Heaven, the pigment of color descended.
Paint strokes from God, dry brush or shading..
The beauty brought forth, always cascading.

When strokes of love are put upon a page,
It speaks the heart of the one portrayed.
The last and final painting to take place,
Is painted on the easel of God’s Grace.

Patricia A. Moore
12-8-2009

Judy's Hope

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Copyright © 2009 Patricia A. Moore
Judy's Hope is meant to encourage all those
who are going through hard times,
and to keep holding on to the Lord......


If I could take the pain and the hurt away
This Lord .. This I would do.
But I can’t change a thing, in their life today
So I’ll cry .. Lord, I’ll cry out to you.

All their hopes and dreams
Seem to go from good to bad
Is there no balm in Gilead.

And the sickness they go through
With no place to turn to
Is there no physician there.

CHORUS:
Yes, the Lord’s in Zion
He’s the balm of Gilead
He’s the greatest Physician
We’ve ever had.

So I’ll cry out to Him
And in faith I’ll believe
He’s the answer to prayer
For you and for me.

He’s the balm of Gilead.

CHORUS:
Yes, the Lord’s in Zion
He’s the balm of Gilead
He’s the greatest Physician
We’ve ever had.

So I’ll cry out to Him
And in faith I’ll believe
He’s the answer to prayer
For you and for me.

He’s the balm of Gilead.


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

The Voice Of An Angel

Voices of Angels..
Are meant to sing...
When hearing their melody..
Heavenly sounds ring...

Church bell in
The steeple high
Beauty in the tones
Swaying from the sky

Music that’s heard
With the heart
These glorious tunes
God did impart

Like my mom ..
Guitar in hand..
The picture before me..
An angel band..

Patty Ann
11-2-09

Patty Ann

Who am I…
That he would care
But just a plain country girl
With long brown hair

My eyes don’t sparkle
Ocean blue
Their homely brown
With a black tea hue

My words are simple
Not refined
Backwood hillbilly
This voice of mine

I don’t put on
Ruby red lips
Just denim jeans
Tight to the hips

An with these
Old boots of mine
I walk the woods
Among the mountain pine

My high society
Social event
La-Tee-Dah
Mending fence

As for my
Elaborate dine
I'll grab that picnic
Basket of mine

Chicken, biscuits
Don’t forget the cokes
Throw a blanket
Under the oak

Here you won’t find
That southern belle
Just little ole me
In a hick-er shell

I’ll be more then happy
To be your friend
This country gal,
Patty Ann

I’ll be more then happy
To be your friend
This country gal,
Patty Ann