Showing posts with label Peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peace. Show all posts
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Mountain Promise
To my Baby Boy ( Brian )
© Patricia A. Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Chorus:
Your mountains surround
And give me peace to hold
Like rain upon the grass
Watering a weeping soul
Come ye, He’ll let you know
Of the mountain promise
Of long ago.
Verse:
Walking through the mountains
To the valleys I was sent
Bringing me closer to you
Refining me every moment I spent.
A rough terrain
I travel through
Heading to the mountain promise
‘Til I’m at rest with you.
Chorus:
Your mountains surround
And give me peace to hold
Like rain upon the grass
Watering a weeping soul
Come ye, he’ll let you know
Of the mountain promise
Of long ago.
Verse:
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
He still holds true
That mountain promise
He gave to me and you.
Chorus:
Your mountains surround
And give me peace to hold
Like rain upon the grass
Watering a weeping soul
Come ye, he’ll let you know
Of the mountain promise
Of long ago.
Come ye, he’ll let you know
Of the mountain promise
Of long ago.
Music and Melody: Gerti M. Blackwell
Vocals: Gerti M. Blackwell, Patricia A. Moore, Judy L. Wilson
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Lord I Wish I Could
Lord, I wish I could tell You
I’ll do everything right
But I’ll stumble and fall
And that would become a lie
Lord, I wish I could tell You
I have not gossiped or lied
Or envied my brother
Or even despised
Lord, I wish I could tell You
I have not felt hate
Or anger and pride
Has not sat on my plate
Lord, I wish I could tell You
I’m the meekest little thing
And goodness and gentleness
Is rolling off my wings
And love, peace and joy
Follow me around
And temperance, faith
And longsuffering
In me they do abound
Lord, I wish I could !
2008 Patricia A Moore
All RIGHTS RESERVED
http://icandoranch.webs.com/
I’ll do everything right
But I’ll stumble and fall
And that would become a lie
Lord, I wish I could tell You
I have not gossiped or lied
Or envied my brother
Or even despised
Lord, I wish I could tell You
I have not felt hate
Or anger and pride
Has not sat on my plate
Lord, I wish I could tell You
I’m the meekest little thing
And goodness and gentleness
Is rolling off my wings
And love, peace and joy
Follow me around
And temperance, faith
And longsuffering
In me they do abound
Lord, I wish I could !
2008 Patricia A Moore
All RIGHTS RESERVED
http://icandoranch.webs.com/
Labels:Christian
Anger,
Envied,
Gentleness,
Goodness,
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Joy,
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Longsuffering,
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Peace,
Pride,
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