The ladder stretched forth
From earth to heaven
Between God and man
For the angels of God
Did ascend and descend
You see this come to pass
In Matthew and Luke when
They write of the genealogy
Jesus came through
A promise fulfilled
The birth of Jesus
Our Savior and King
God had given in
Jacob’s Dream
2008 Patricia A Moore
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Monday, June 8, 2009
Moonvine
There’s a mystery behind
This unusual flower
That comes forth
During the moonlight hour
Blooming to the lesser light
This beautiful white blossom
That came to me at night
The voice of my Beloved knocks
A sweet smelling scent from Thee
Saying, open my love
Come sup with Me
Then by the break of dawn
He closes the Door
The beauty is gone
2008 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This unusual flower
That comes forth
During the moonlight hour
Blooming to the lesser light
This beautiful white blossom
That came to me at night
The voice of my Beloved knocks
A sweet smelling scent from Thee
Saying, open my love
Come sup with Me
Then by the break of dawn
He closes the Door
The beauty is gone
2008 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Deep Within
I was found in the Ozarks
By a woman and man
Who turned me into
The lamp that I am
Some might have seen me
As an old dead limb
No good for nothing but
The burn pile to them
The couple looked at me
In such a way
The outer layers didn’t
Matter that day
What they were looking for
Was deep within
Is the heart still good
Can it be used again
Was there anything left
Of this old tree
Was I too far gone
Was this the end of me
They work and work
With their loving hands
And found the beautiful
Heart that was
Deep Within
2008 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
By a woman and man
Who turned me into
The lamp that I am
Some might have seen me
As an old dead limb
No good for nothing but
The burn pile to them
The couple looked at me
In such a way
The outer layers didn’t
Matter that day
What they were looking for
Was deep within
Is the heart still good
Can it be used again
Was there anything left
Of this old tree
Was I too far gone
Was this the end of me
They work and work
With their loving hands
And found the beautiful
Heart that was
Deep Within
2008 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Old Country Lane
Old Country Lane
We went riding down a old country lane
The beautiful colors remind me of Maine
I thought about my younger years
The joy ,happiness,sadness and tears
My mom and dad ,sister and brother
Love we had for one another
And all the things that we’ve been through
Has just strengthen my love for you
The peace that came to us that day
In the beautiful colors along the way
Years have passed by
a lot of things have changed
But I still look back on that
Old Country Lane..
2008 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
I wrote this for a friend…
http://icandoranch.webs.com/
We went riding down a old country lane
The beautiful colors remind me of Maine
I thought about my younger years
The joy ,happiness,sadness and tears
My mom and dad ,sister and brother
Love we had for one another
And all the things that we’ve been through
Has just strengthen my love for you
The peace that came to us that day
In the beautiful colors along the way
Years have passed by
a lot of things have changed
But I still look back on that
Old Country Lane..
2008 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
I wrote this for a friend…
http://icandoranch.webs.com/
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
The Open Letter
The Open Letter
My love hath awakened me
In the mist of the night
An open letter was lying there
I held it to my breast
Love was in the air
His very presence
Radiated the whole room
Like a drink
I wanted greedily to consume
Within the letter
He professed His love
In ways I've never known
Told me He's a jealous God
To Him I belong
There will be no others
I'll fulfill your needs
And everything you say and do
You'll do as unto Me
My cloak is woven upon your heart
For Me, you'll stay true
Never more to part
At the close of the letter
Signed with His blood
Prepare, for I am coming
To claim My love
And from this dream, I did wake
The bible held to my breast
I had drifted off to sleep
After reading, Solomon's quest
2009 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://icandoranch.webs.com/
My love hath awakened me
In the mist of the night
An open letter was lying there
I held it to my breast
Love was in the air
His very presence
Radiated the whole room
Like a drink
I wanted greedily to consume
Within the letter
He professed His love
In ways I've never known
Told me He's a jealous God
To Him I belong
There will be no others
I'll fulfill your needs
And everything you say and do
You'll do as unto Me
My cloak is woven upon your heart
For Me, you'll stay true
Never more to part
At the close of the letter
Signed with His blood
Prepare, for I am coming
To claim My love
And from this dream, I did wake
The bible held to my breast
I had drifted off to sleep
After reading, Solomon's quest
2009 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://icandoranch.webs.com/
My Heart Again
In the mountains
In the valleys
Pasture of green
In the lakes
In the creeks
In the littlest of things
Everywhere I looked
I saw You there
But in my heart
I needed you here
I went by the mountains
To a place below
There dear Lord
Your springs did flow
Down by the valley
Running among the hills
Your love came over me
I surrender my will
On the wings of the wind
You filled my thirst within
And returned unto me
My Heart Again.
2009 Patricia A Moore
All RIGHTS RESERVED
http://icandoranch.webs.com/
In the valleys
Pasture of green
In the lakes
In the creeks
In the littlest of things
Everywhere I looked
I saw You there
But in my heart
I needed you here
I went by the mountains
To a place below
There dear Lord
Your springs did flow
Down by the valley
Running among the hills
Your love came over me
I surrender my will
On the wings of the wind
You filled my thirst within
And returned unto me
My Heart Again.
2009 Patricia A Moore
All RIGHTS RESERVED
http://icandoranch.webs.com/
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