In The Lord Hands

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I walk down the mountain
Through the creek bed
Up to the back land
Where grazing cows are fed

To the back lands
To the back land
There I will go
God has give us plenty
Plenty bestowed

We’ll trust in God

A stand of oak
and hickory near
Were we took of the wood
For the fire this year

We’ll trust in God

To the back lands
To the back land
There I will go
God has gave us plenty
Plenty bestowed

We’ll trust in God

Blackberry… wild plum
That I did can
To help us get through
When winter begin

We’ll trust in God

To the back lands
To the back land
There I will go
God has gave us plenty
Plenty bestowed

We’ll trust in God

I took of the cedar
For the bed where I laid
And of its branch
The lamp that I made

We’ll trust in God

To say are poor
That we are not
Our needs are met
Back lands we got

We’ll trust in God

To the back lands
To the back land
There I will go
God has gave us plenty
Plenty bestowed

We’ll trust in God

I walk down the mountain
Through the creek bed
Up to the back land
Where grazing cows are fed

We’ll trust in God

To the back lands
To the back land
There I will go
God has give us plenty
Plenty bestowed

We’ll trust in God

God has gave us plenty
Plenty bestowed..

We’ll trust in God

Written by
Patricia A Moore
Sung by…
Patricia A Moore
Eddie L Salsbury

NOEL TO THE HIGHEST

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Away in a manger
Silent Night
The Angel of the Lord
Guiding Light

They’re all about Jesus
Our Savior and King
Three Wise Men from the Orient
Gifts they did bring.

Kneeling down before Him
In a house in Bethlehem
Singing Joy To The World
Praises to the Lamb.

Noel to the Highest
These Christmas Hymns
Peace on Earth
Good Will Towards Men.

Away in a manger
Silent Night
The Angel of the Lord
Guiding Light

They’re all about Jesus
Our Savior and King
Three Wise Men from the Orient
Gifts they did bring.

Away in a manger
Silent Night
The Angel of the Lord
Guiding Light

O’ Come All Ye Faithful
And lift thy voice
Alleluia, Hosanna
Let the world rejoice.

Away in the manger
O’ Holy Night
Let the world rejoice.


Lyrics and Vocals
The Country Three
Patricia A. Moore
Judy L. Wilson
Gerti M. Blackwell

September 19, 2010

A Little Girls Life

Sugar cotton, taste of candy
Pops of lolly, rainbow sun
Pink creamed ice, strawberry
Little girls life, just begun

Polka dot, heart of flowers
White petticoat, angel wings
Dancing around in penny loafers
To the melody, song birds sing

Up a daisy, down a daisy
To the jump of a rope
With a net chasing butterflies
Spring brings new hope

Kneeling by the bedside
Praying her soul to keep
With a teddy bear in arms
She drifts off to sleep

Dreaming of a world
Full of love and laughter
A fairytale prince
In a happy ever after

A little girls life

Patricia A Moore
December 3,2010

Dark Road

How do I get to where I’m going
When I’m lost from where I came
Following the directions on the map
There’s only one, that I could blame

Traveling miles of lonely highway
Destined, still searching for a sign
Circumstance going terribly wrong
In bewilderment I’ve went half blind

Looking intensely from place to place
An empty promise far as the eye did see
Nothing appeared in my shadowed sight
Except, the dark road of emotional debris

Quick was gloom to penetrate around
In darkness, feeling my own despair
Caught by hours leading to midnight
Isolated, out in the middle of nowhere.

Patricia A Moore
November 20,2010

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