There Laid A Branch

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Upon my window
A dove did land
And there laid a branch
In the palm of my hand.

I carried that branch
I carry it today
Reaching out in His love
Is the only way.

I’ll praise Him, I’ll praise Him today
El Shaddai
Yahweh

Although my heart was broken
An olive branch was there
I heard the word spoken
Forgiveness I’m to share.

I saw the storm was over
I could see the light
His love surrounded me
Everything felt right.

I’ll praise Him, I’ll praise Him today
El Shaddai
Yahweh

Upon my window
A dove did land
And there laid a branch
In the palm of my hand.

I carried that branch
I carry it today
Reaching out in His love
Is the only way.

I’ll praise Him, I’ll praise Him today
El Shaddai
Yahweh
O’ I’ll praise Him, I’ll praise Him today
El Shaddai
Yahweh
Yes I’ll praise Him, I’ll praise Him today
El Shaddai
Yahweh

Upon my window
A dove did land
And there laid a branch
In the palm of my hand.



© 2009 Patricia A. Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Music and Melody: Gerti M. Blackwell
Vocals: Patricia A. Moore, Gerti M. Blackwell, Judy L. Wilson

"Where Is Your God..... Mother?"

11:45 P.M. : Phone call
When answering the phone
This is what was said…
“Dad let me talk to Mom” ..
The first words I heard were…
“Where is your God .. Mother?”

Where is your God .. Mother?
When I work and work
And can not make ends meet ..
Where do I go .. whom do I seek?

Where is your God … Mother?
Why is He doing this to me?
When I try to make my marriage work
And only trouble do I see.

Where is your God ….Mother?
When after talking to you the other day
I got down on my knees and started to pray
I didn’t see or hear anything ..
All I felt was only pain.

Where is your God .. Mother?
When I went to a Christian school
I get out in the world and money’s what rules
And I feel hate all around
Where is the love .. can it be found?

Where is your God ..Mother?
Please tell me Mom, I need to understand,
Why you believe in a book written by man.
Did someone tell you it was true,
Or did God come to only you?

Let me tell you my baby son
If it was not for God
That phone wouldn’t have rung
And it’s that cry in your heart today
Is why your Mother continues to pray.

Love You my baby boy..
Your Mother..

Patricia A Moore
August 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
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