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Monday, June 8, 2009

O' Ye Dry Bones

The shape I’m in
With these dry bones
I’ve been in the valley
Way too long
I’ve lost all hope
There’s nothing left
And everything around me
Is such a mess
My soul cries out
Lord God
You command the wind
Breathe upon me
That I may live again
Then you’ll hear
A shaking going on
I’ll come together
Bone to bone
On my feet I will stand
Your spirit within me
In our own land
And Your word
Will be spoken on
O’ye dry bones

2008 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Do You Come By Night

He came to him by night
Instead of day
Where no one could see Him
Or hear what he had to say
He knew He was of God
From the miracles He had done
What was it about Him
That baffled everyone
Verily, verily, I say unto thee
Except a man be born again
He cannot see
Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews
Thought about that
And became very confused
To be born again
How can that be
To enter my mother’s womb
After she had me
Jesus answered
And said unto him
Except a man be born of water
And of the Spirit
He cannot enter in
Flesh is flesh
Spirit is Spirit
Where the wind blows
You can hear it
But cannot tell
Where it comes, or
Whither it goes
We speak that we know
Told of that we’ve seen
Would it make a difference
If it were earthly or heavenly things
The Son of Man must be lifted up
To have eternal life
Do you come by day, or
Do you come by night!!

2008 Patricia A Moore
All RIGHTS RESERVED

God's Only Begotten Son

When it’s all over
And all said and done
Was it for you that you did it
Or God’s only begotten Son
Did you lay your treasures down here below
Or store them in heaven as you were told
For where your treasure is
There will your heart be also
We were bought by His blood
For He paid the price
He hung on that cross as our sacrifice
The pain He endured
Was more than anyone could bare
For the sins of the world
Were upon Him as He hung there
His crown was of thorns
His blood was shed
When He said, “It is finished”
And bowed His head
Not a bone was broken
So they pierced His side
That the scripture would be fulfilled
The day Jesus died
So when it was all over
And all said and done
It was for us that he did it
GOD’S ONLY BEGOTTEN SON

2008 Patricia A Moore
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God Spoke No Idle Words

God spoke no idle words
When He spoke, it was heard
What He spoke, it came about
It is the word of God,
without any doubt
For years and years
They tried to tear it down
Say it’s not of God
Or turn it around
They tried to conform it to
their foolish ways
And make it fit in their
lifestyle today
They say it is written by
just mere men
When God was the One
who instructed them
To write it in a book
Where the churches
would know
That He is Alpha
and Omega
the beginning and the end
To turn from their wicked
ways and repent of their sins
He that hath an ear
let it be heard
GOD SPOKE NO IDLE WORDS

2008 Patricia A Moore
All RIGHTS RESERVED

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
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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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