In The Silence I Hear You Speak

In the silence I hear you speak
Manna from Heaven
That tastes so sweet
With a still small voice
You commune with me
It is of your Word, that I do eat
It is of You, that I do drink
The words You speak
They are Spirit
And they are life unto me
I think about the twelve that day
When You ask them
Will ye also go away
Peter, answered, “You Lord..
To whom shall we go
Thou hast the Words of eternal life
And we believe and are sure
That Thou art that Christ
Lord, You’re ever before me
My heart belongs to Thee
And I will eat of Your flesh
And drink Your blood indeed
It’s manna from heaven
That tastes so sweet
in The Silence, I Hear You Speak!

St. John 6:22-71


2008 Patricia A Moore
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In You Lord

In You Lord I do believe
In things I do not see
If I look at circumstance
The future seems dim
Without and chance
Of hope for tomorrow
Or even today
The sadness, heartache
Turmoil, dismay
Without You Lord
There’s no where to go
No one to turn to
Or nothing to show
But a life of emptiness
Selfishly lived
For one’s own purpose
With nothing to give
In You Lord
The hope You bring
Is in the evidence
Of things not seen
Like Abraham and Isaac too
I look for a city built by you
By faith they did believe
In a promise they did not receive
But having seen them afar off
Were persuaded and embraced them
Now we wait in accord
For that promise
In You Lord.

2008 Patricia A Moore
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Jacob's Dream

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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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
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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
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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
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I wrote this for a friend…

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