Lord I Pray

Lord I pray, let these doors, swing wide
And everybody in need of you, bring inside
And let your love flow through me today
For I am your servant, here to obey
Let them know I truly care
For its your love with them I share
Not just some empty words
Tossed about and never heard
But its you within my heart
What I am given ,Am to impart
Let them see more
Than a prayer with no care
That, they can find, anywhere
Let your true love be given out
Instead of that false love they talk about
And then they will know ,we're different here
Because its not our love ,but yours we share


2009 Patricia A Moore
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A Heart To Heart With God

How can I love, when it hurts so much to lose

Time and time again ,I tell my heart not to

Why can I not go through life

With a heart of stone

No love given, no love shown

Heart, why don't you listen to me

I told you not to love, hurt you would be

Now you sit here broken in two

See what happened, where it got you

Yes that is true, am hurting today

But if I walk through life

Without love, am dead anyway

There would be no God up above

He would not have sent

His only begotten Son through His love

It’s true my child because of love

I sent my Son from Heaven above

It broke my heart but this, also true

I sent Him down to die for you

Without my love you are but dead

But alive again because He bled

And broken hearts He came to mend

That’s why to earth He did descend

So I know my child of great loss

As I watched my Son die on a cross

But know this my child I freely give

My Son to death that you might live

Yet through my power He arose on high

So trusting Him you would not die

I gave no heart that’s made of stone

It’s meant to love just like my own

With sorrow’s ways it will contend

It will get broken, heal and mend

To love and lose these things shall be

But your heart will always belong to me


2009 Patricia A Moore…Colin S Moffett
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May 7 2009

Small Wooden Cross

SMALL WOODEN CROSS

Sitting quietly looking at the tree
Everyone asleep except for me
Thinking, is this all that we see

There among the twinkling lights
Hung a small wooden cross
Through my mind flew the thoughts
The meaning of Christmas is such a loss

We let our minds wander
To parties, presents and such
Why aren't we thinking of Baby Jesus
Is that asking too much

When He lay in the manger
He was thinking of you and me
That's why He was crucified
So all the world would see

You can't say His name
In courthouses, schools and stores
But Christmas without Christ
Is not Christmas anymore

God forgive us, for we have sinned
Help us put Christ
Back in Christmas again

Thank You Jesus, for the gentle reminder
Thank You Jesus, for letting me see
As I sit quietly looking at the tree
And the small wooden cross !!!

2007 Judy L Wilson
Patricia A Moore
Gerti M Blackwell
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This poem came about on my family website, we often write together. I will start it off and different members will come back and write a line or two . We have written several children stories like this. Try it, its fun !

Unworthy Of Your Love

I'm unworthy
Of Your love dear Lord
There's nothing I can do
To make myself good enough
To deserve love from You

I feel like the man in scripture
Who couldn't raise his head
With so much sin
And guilt upon him
He smote his breast instead

How in the midnight hours
I think about my day
And the sickness of sin
Tries it's best to settle in
I try my hardest to pray
And i don't know what to say

Thank You God for Your Word
For in my mind I heard
Have mercy upon me O' Lord
As I kneel, in dismay
Create in me a clean heart, O'God
Cast me not away

A broken and contrite heart
O' God , Thou wilt not despise
So I bow down before You
With downcast eyes

And ask forgiveness
Of my sins today
For I am just a sinner
Unworthy In Every Way !!


2008 Patricia A Moore
Judy L Wilson
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Off Track

There’s only one boss
In this here land
It’s God Almighty
And in Him I’ll stand
If you’ve got a complaint
Please bring it to me
Don’t take it to the mountain
For all to see
God has seen the tears I’ve shed
Over the hurting words
That’s been said
And the sheild that I grab
Is faith you see
For the firey darts
That you send at me
The shield in one hand
The sword in the other
I go to war
BUT NOT against
Sister and brother
The misuse
Of God’s word
Should have never been
For one’s own purpose
Or to prove
That I’ve sinned
So now you’ve condemned me
To hell and back
Where does that leave us
but OFF TRACK!

2008 Patricia A Moore
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I wrote this one for a friend of mind.
Going through a hard time..

The Greatest Commandment

Was it just a commandment of long ago
To love the Lord with all your heart, mind and soul
And to love thy neighbor as thyself

Are we suppose to do this today
To love the Lord in every way
And to give our neighbor a helping hand
And live God’s word on which we stand

The word of God will always remain
The commandments to us are still the same
That we must walk this very way
For we will all stand before Him on Judgment Day.

2008 Patricia A Moore
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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
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