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Thursday, January 21, 2010

Reaping Laughter



Hi y’all…..
This ole country girl’s stuck shoveling muck
To not do this chore there’s no suck luck
But that’s ok one shovel at a time
Scoop by scoop till I feel like am dieing

And don’t you sit there with that there smirk
What goes around comes around in this here dirt
So in that, my garden will be, beautiful and green
When this here dirt, does it’s thing

Then you’ll hear those spouts shout
Move aside am coming out!
Now go ahead laugh all you want
Laughter’s a good thing, but not, for those that don’t

Y’all jus’ sit there if you will
And watch me work ,if that’s your thrill-
But when those fruit come burstin’ out
Rest assured, will without a doubt

That I’ll be restin’ in the shade
Nibbin’ fruit, that God made
And don’t get angry, don’t get mad
When I’ll be laughin’ when your sad

I won’t hear your petty pout,
When I have mine, you’ll go without
So grab your shovel ,Grab your hoe
For what you reap you’ll surely sow…..

So grab your shovel ,Grab your hoe
For what you reap you’ll surely sow….
Surely sow..surely sow…

Patricia A Moore.. Louis Gander

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

Patricia A Moore

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

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

Sunday, January 17, 2010

There Laid A Branch



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

Friday, January 15, 2010

Reigning Son Shine



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

Sunday, January 3, 2010

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