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The Country Angel


The Country  Angel


He came dressed in clean pressed jeans
A leather vest and a matching leather hat 
Though he was someone we'd never seen
No one seemed to think of that

He was carrying a beat-up guitar case
He asked, "Is this where the Bible study is?"
Someone told him, "Yes", downstairs
We'll start around sevenish

All were gathered, thirty or so
We opened with a word of prayer
The man in the leather vest and hat
Was kindly just standing there

The host asked if he would like to play
The guitar he'd brought along
He answered quietly, "Yes Sir, if I may"
And he began to strum a song

It was a familiar song to everyone
We all sang every word
The man played melodiously
Sweeter music was never heard

Many souls got saved that night
But we never found out his name
He had simply vanished from our sight
We know not from whence he came

We all agreed on this one thing
Just as Scriptures bares
We had heard an angel sing
And entertained him unawares


Curtis Moorman
18 March 2012


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I Will Lift Up My Eyes


I WILL LIFT UP MY EYES

I will lift up my eyes unto the hills
To the God of Heaven and seek His will

The Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
Has been my help before my birth

He never slumbers, nor does He sleep
I forever will be in His watchful keep

He is the shade on my right hand
Under His protection, I'll forever stand

I'm preserved from evil, He preserves my soul
I'll trust Him until His face I behold

My going out, and my coming in
Are preserved forever only by Him

One day I'll stand on Heaven's shore
To reign with Him forevermore


	Curtis Moorman
	22 December 2011

For contest: Faith vs Poetry
Based on Psalm 121:1-8


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The Sounds of a Rose


The Red Rose speaks softly
          with velvety smoothness, it beckons me
          come, hear my song of gladness
          as I sing a lullaby

The Yellow Rose has a sound of authority
          beware the thorns of life as you are
          pricked by unforeseen events
          tread carefully lest you stumble and fall

The Pink Rose is the rose of love shared
          it sighs gently like a lover caressed
          it glistens with dewdrops like tears of bliss
          and seeks to be lovingly cared for

The White Rose is the symbol of purity
          its voice is that of compassion
          as it pleads with all who see it
          be ye kind one to another

The Black Rose speaks in tones of finality
          as it coaxes one on their death bed
          come to me on your journey to eternity
          where will you spend it is his question

Embrace the sounds of the rose
          when each comes your way
          let them engulf you in their special manner
          yes, embrace the sounds of the rose


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Quiet Time With God

QUIET TIME WITH GOD


In the quiet time of the evening at the end of the day
I hold communion with God while I kneel down to pray
He listens intently with kind, loving care
As I come humbly before His Throne in prayer

He knows all my needs before I even speak
And I marvel at how He can be so unique
As to take time to listen to my every word
And leave me with the assurance that I know He has heard

I recall how in darkness I wandered about
My life filled with bitterness, anger and doubt
But then I made Jesus the Lord of my life
When I learned through His death, He bore all my strife

So now in the evening when I am alone
I take all my burdens to His Holy Throne
And there as I pray, I'm filled with His Grace
I'm thankful that one day, I'll look on His face

He'll stretch forth His arms and welcome me home
To live in His Glory, never more to roam
So, you see, I am thankful to know I have trod
The road that leads me to a quiet time with God


	Curtis Moorman
	June 2002

For the contest

This poem was written in the hope that all who read it will think it important to start each day with God.  A quiet time, upon rising, is a good way to begin the day -- just you and God communing together will make your day go better.


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Hear The Word Of The Lord

 So shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth,
 It shall not return to Me void, but it shall accomplish
 what I please, and it shall prosper in the thing for which
 I sent it.  Isaiah 55:11 NKJV



HEAR THE WORD OF THE LORD

While searching for shells and sand dollars
Along the ocean shore
I chanced to find a tiny church
With a broken, hanging door

All the windows were long since gone
I found not a single pane
But I stepped inside to offer a prayer
As day began to wane

I prayed, Father God, where are they
Who used to pass this way
Are they worshiping You elsewhere
Or been called home with You to stay

What of those who came here
But never were sincere
In why they chose to come at all
Since their ears seemed not to hear

For those who chose to follow Christ
Baptized in His Holy Name
I thank You for their salvation
Because their lives were never the same

Now, Lord, I must wonder
Why they closed the door
Of this tiny broken down church
Along the ocean shore


Curtis Moorman
23 September 2011


For the Church by the Ocean contest


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Freedom

FREEDOM


		Our freedom isn’t free, it came at great cost
		For us to be free, many lives have been lost

		Against the Hitler’s and Hussein’s of this world
		Men and women fought for freedom’s flag to be unfurled

		Throughout the history of this Great American soil
		Our freedom has been secured by blood letting toil

		Had we not been willing to make this sacrifice
		We would have tyrants dictating our life

		So when you hear the bells of freedom ring
		And the patriotic songs we all love to sing

		And when you see our great flag waving high
		Remember the ones who chose to die

		Remember the families they left behind
		No greater tribute will you ever find

		Then realize each night your freedom’s not at stake
		Because our military might is vigilant and awake


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Remembering

REMEMBERING


September 11th is an historical day
Memories that will not fade away

Lives were lost in this disaster
Done by men to whom God is not master

They destroyed icons on American soil
And caused American's tempers to boil

But unity came from this melee
For all the world to watch and see

With God in charge, America stands tall
United we stand, never to fall

Let's not forget the events of that day
And remember it daily as we pray

That God in His sovereignty will heal our land
That by His grace, we'll forever stand

And the USA will always be
The home of the brave and the land of the free


	Curtis Moorman
	October 2002


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I Hear God

I HEAR GOD


I hear the raucous scolding of the jay as the neighbor's cat wanders into our yard – and I 
hear God

I hear the delightful squeals of children in the playground spinning furiously on the merry-go-
round – and I hear God

I hear the rumble of thunder preceding the approaching summer shower – and I hear God

I listen as the raindrops play a staccato on the window pane – and I hear God

I sit and listen after the rain has passed, and hear the gentle sighing of the wind in the 
pines – and I hear God

I walk on the seashore late in the evening and hear the soothing splash of the waves as the 
break ceaselessly on the beach – and I hear God

I hear the soft, rhythmic sounds of my wife's breathing as she lies sleeping next to me – and 
I hear God

I hear the words of a much loved hymn being sung by the choir – and I hear God

I hear the still small voice whispering words of love and encouragement in my heart – and I 
hear God

God is all around us – Do you hear Him?


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Santa Claus


Santa Claus, should he really exist
Would have every Soupers name on his list
He'd make sure none of us were miffed
And provide for each a special gift


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Old Davy Crockett


Old Davy Crockett
You really can't knock it
A great shot was he
Killed a bear when he was only three


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