Walking In The Moon Light

WALKING IN THE MOON LIGHT
When every one come home the night
They like to walk in the moon it just
Like if you can see the moon like in
Your face. Then every one got to go
In then they went to bed and sleep
For the rest of that night. Then they
Got up the next morning and seen
The moon was still out and it was
Raining with the moon out and it
Was very pretty every one was
Looking at the moon and the rain
So they didn’t go no were that day
So they could look at the moon like
And the rain. And they like it so much.
Then went in the house and sit for a long
Time and enjoy each other for that day
They had a lost of fun in side the house
The end
Write by Eddie
9-21-210

Reaching Out To The People

Reaching Out To The People
We all need to reach out to the people and try to help them
Then try to talk to all the people about the Lord Jesus and
So they can get saved. The Lord Jesus wants us to go and
Reach all the people that we can and talk to them about Him
And they can know about our Lord Jesus and get saved. And

So they can fine them a good church to go to and hear his words
And know more about him and then they will be happy to know
That the Lord Jesus love them all and wants to take them home
With him. Then they could talk to other people every where they

Go and there friends about our Lord Jesus. So they can know about
Our Lord Jesus and get saved. We all need to help every one to
know about our Lord Jesus. Our Lord Jesus is coming back real

Soon. And He will take us home with him and we will be with
Him for ever
The end
Write by Eddie
9-28-210

Phoenix

A foretoken given by day of Light
Descending through dark of night
Gray of ash upon the crest seen
Raked over coals down between.

In the shadows, reasoning of choice
Still and silent, as one with no voice
Fire was blazing with indignation
Roaring with the cry of damnation.

Understanding has gone amiss
Devoured in this burning abyss
Judgement echoes off the mount
For all to see, I stand in account.

Friendship once stood by my side
Fled with the wind, to run and hide
Partaking not, in decisions made
Yet it was not I, who felt betrayed.

Burned out by the fan of flames
All that is left, very little remains
Like a Phoenix, state of ruin I’m in
From ashes, resurrection will begin.

Patricia A. Moore
August 24, 2010

Wildflower's Heart Of Gold

Customs of community, social behavior, unmet
Uncultivated flower, civilized, not as yet
There truth be told, she's merely a weed
Insidiously she’ll produce treacherous seed

The rose, the lily, ones of upper class, high prestige
Take preference over her and therefore precede
Forbidden to attend such a formal garden estate
In the wild you can feast upon her golden plate

Comely to some, but outcast, in the eyes of elite
Due to their exalted standards she does not meet
Gathering her bedding amongst the lower class
Happiness, contentment exceeds, expectations surpass

Her position carries not reign upon pedestals high
Nor does she seek exaltation in the platinum sky
Illuminations of life, destiny cries as a silvery lake
A silhouette, shadow brought forth by light to make

Beauty rides down the path on chariots of love
Grain of sand, a pearl forms, grayish white sphere of
Whispers in the cross winds of riches untold
Found lying beneath, in Wildflower's Heart Of Gold

Patricia A Moore
July 24 2010

I Am Your Child

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Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
How wonderful thy are
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
The bright an morning star

Thou art my savior
The one that paid the price
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
The Way, The Truth, The Life

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Thou art the shining light
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Watching day and night

I am your child
I will follow thee
My light will shine
For all the world to see

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
How wonderful thy are
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
The bright an morning star


Thou art my savior
The one that paid the price
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
The Way, The Truth, The Life
The Way, The Truth, The Life

Lyrics -Patricia A Moore
June 24, 2010
Music -Joyce Close
Vocals- Joyce Close,
Edward L Salisbury ,Patricia A Moore

Sweet Wildflower by Colin Moffett

I climbed the mountainside
Clambered over rock and stone
Felt the peace of solitude
On its peak silently alone

Then I saw it blooming there
Though its leaves were torn, tattered
The wildflower of the mountain
With strong winds cruelly battered

I could see it struggled hard to live
Of its plight I took some pity
Mountain wildflower why bloom here
Come to my garden in the city

There you will live in calmer clime
Your life will be more at ease
No strong wind will harm your there
Your face kissed then by gentle breeze

I seemed to hear its voice reply
On its face a raindrop tear
I cannot go to a city garden
For my home is on the mountain here

God has planted me where He would
Here my abode the mountain high
If you took me from its slopes
Then alas my heart would die

Here I am nearer Heaven’s home
He has blessed with such a view to see
Of all the places I could have been
This was the home He had for me

Battered yes and bruised my leaves
Yet the sun shines on my face
Remove me not for not His will
That I should ever leave this place

I descended from the mountainside
Over me again its peak did tower
Pondering over the lesson I had learned
Taught to me by the sweet wildflower



Colin Moffett