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Best Curtis Moorman Poems

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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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Trimming the Tree


Once a year across the land
A festive time is carefully planned
Part of this time just has to be
The anticipation of trimming the tree

It's always fun to shop and choose
Exactly the tree you wish to use
You take it home and once it's there
You decorate it with loving care

Special ornaments bring great delight
When placed on the tree to reflect the light
Each handmade by a tiny tot
Placed on the tree in a special spot

Kept and cared for all these years
Now hung with memories that bring on tears
You think of Christmases long since past
And marvel that time can move so fast

Those tiny tots now grown and gone
Will soon have children of their own
To teach how special it can be
When the time has come to trim the tree

	Curtis Moorman
	Christmas 1994

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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


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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Christmas With Christ

Christmas With Christ

The Christ Child was born in a stable bare
Among all the animals gathered there

The donkey, the cow, the dove, the sheep
Watched in silence as He lay asleep

But up in the Heavens, a star shone bright
And to the earth it gave great light

Shepherds on the hillside tending their flock
Fell to the ground filled with shock

The sky was filled with Angels giving praise
To the God of Heaven for His marvelous ways

All the sights and sounds were great to behold
The greatest miracle on earth was about to unfold

Still shining brightly, bringing light to the world
Was the Star of Bethlehem, it's splendor unfurled

If I could have been there for the world to see
That Bethlehem Star would have been me

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Winter Magic


The first snowfall came unannounced
A beautiful blanket of white
Covered the grass now winter browned
And, oh, what a lovely sight

It clung to the tree limbs of a giant cedar
And I watched in anticipation
To me, there's nothing neater
Than the unfolding of God's creation

The dazzling beauty of each tiny flake
And knowing no two are the same
Made me wonder how God could make
Something so small glorify His Name

Yet He, in all His splendor
Was able to create
A scene so beautifully tender
And show the world how great

His imagery lays before us
So magnificent and so grand
And how He holds the universe
In the hollow of His hand

As you reflect on this picture of winter
And the marvelous joy it gives
Give thanks and praise to the sender
Be glad that our God lives


Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2011

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The ABCs of Peace and Joy


			A	Alleluia to the Lord on High
			B	Blessed be the Name of the Lord
			C	Come into my heart, Lord Jesus
			D	Deliver me from my enemies
			E	Enclose me in Your loving arms
			F	Free me from my despair
			G	Grant unto me Your mercy
			H	Help me to seek You always
			I	Instill in me a desire to serve You
			J	Join my heart with Yours
			K	Keep me from being a stumbling block
			L	Let others see Jesus in me
			M	Mold me, as a potter molds clay
			N	Never let me doubt You
			O	Open thou mine eyes
			P	Place me in paths of righteousness
			Q	Quench not Your Spirit within me
			R	Reign in my life forever
			S	Sustain me by Your grace
			T	Touch my life to the very core
			U	Unfurl Your banner of love over me
			V	Visit me in my dreams
			W	Watch over me and my family
			X	*(Christ) is my refuge
			Y	Your plan of salvation is my joy
			Z	Zion will be my home forever

Curtis Moorman
Written during my “quiet time” 5/18/07

*Please note that X is Greek for Christ from the Greek letter Chi

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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


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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God made the stars, the sun and the moon
He made the lovely month of June

He made the rain the snow and the dew
But best of all, He made you

Everything that brings us bliss
God provided all of this

He made the earth for the pleasure of man
But there was something better in His Great Plan

He created you with all your grace
Your smile, your laugh, your gorgeous face

He worked it out once He was through
That I'd be Blessed by His giving me you

Now as the days go fleeting past
He strengthens our love so it will last

He made you to give to me
And have you for all eternity

	Curtis Moorman
	7 May 2016

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