Patti Lynn Clark Barnett

  .The lyrics are updated but the music file is yet to be changed
 
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                  Thunder Rolls

From Wasilla, Alaska like a blazing Northern light
Comes a phenom on a mission with the White House in her sight
We're talking Sarah Palin here who's unafraid and bold
To speak the truth and nowadays that's rare as panning gold

When she burst upon the scene I had my questions
About the pretty former mayor in high heels
This meteoric mama's world is far from faux o drama
Johnny Mac sure had an eye for the real deal

Chorus
She's a warm hearted woman from Alaska
Corruption and injustice leave her cold
This gun totin' mama will make one term of Obama
From the White House they can hear the thunder roll

She's a governor, a mother and a woman all the way
The main stream media will live to rue the day
They set out to destroy her in every way they can
But her numbers keep on ticking up
While going down for their man

They tried to crucify her with their slander
But the truth will always win and heaven knows
There's now fear in liberal land
The storm is coming and they now can
Hear the thunder roll

I previously posted about the fact that President Bush is a Born Again Christian. This has always constituted my basis for believing in the ultimate authenticity, honesty, and integrity of our president. No one is perfect and Even Born Again Christains will often fall from grace, but will always return to the fold and never fail to get back on track with the Lord.  However, all will be determined some day in a personal Judgment.
 
I would like to take this opportunity to share an experience my father had shortly before his death in 1985. It is similar to a song found on one of my newly purchased CDs by the, "Sons of Song".
 
One night, in a vision, Daddy said he saw Jesus. He could hardly speak for crying in trying to describe the loving warmth he felt encountering Jesus and His indescribable beauty. There was not a dry eye in that hospital room as he related this experience.

In Daddy's vision, he was walking down, "A wide road crowded with people running, rushing and crushing like cattle, headed for destruction". There was a division in the road up ahead with Some One sitting with a large Book in His hand. Daddy had no doubt the person sitting where the road split was Jesus. He was there judging the human race, looking for the names of those approaching. Scripture tells us that the instant a person accepts Christ as Savior their name is recorded in, "The Book of Life".
 
When trying to describe Jesus' personage, Daddy could only burst into tears, saying there was no possible way to describe Him or His brightness and beauty. My father, always the most stoic person I'd ever known, was never given to tears. As Daddy came closer to the fork in the road and approached Him, he said Jesus looked upon him with compassion, put His arm around his shoulder and placed him on the narrow road.
 
Robert L Clark, was a man of few words and not one given to much emotion. But his life was a sermon in so many ways. He honored truth and justice and had absolutely no tolerance for hypocrisy. I never once knew him to tell a falsehood or even garnish the truth. His employees and fellow workers in the earth moving business loved him dearly for his justice and good nature.
 
I am relating this now because, as I mentioned earlier, I received a Sons of Song music collection. One particular song in the collection, "Sorry, I Never Knew You" is also about a dream about the final Judgment. However, the dream in this song involves a more frightening element than in my Daddy's experience.
 
The Sons of Song, a trio of voices, like you will never hear again, have touched the world with their music.

Sorry I Never Knew You  CLICK HERE --> DIGITAL MUSIC FILE

WIN $100 !!!

David And The Ark

This song is taken straight out of 1 Chronicles (13-15, KJV) about the transferring of the Ark of the Covenant (The Ten Commandments) by King David and the Israelites.

There will be $100 to the first child or teenager that will learn this song then e-mail their recording or video to me.  The trick is to get all the names pronounced correctly. The winner's rendition will be posted on this website.

Now, there is something worth doing with part of your summer vacation…that is if you are sharp enough to nail it. Warning: it won't be easy. So be prepared for a real challenge. Now, get going!

August 16th update:

As of now, there has been no one sufficiently interested or up to the challenge of learning and presenting  this song to me. So, I am lowering the bar and raising the prize $$. Any one of any age may now enter. And the winner will recieve $150.00. It is a lot of fun to do--- once you learn it!


David And The Ark
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David was a man who loved the Lord
And followed after him with all his heart
And after Israel made David King,
He said "We're going to bring back the ark"

So he gathered all Israel together
He assembled the children of Aaron and Levi
Of the sons of Kohath, Merari and Gershom
 Elizaphan, Uzziel and Hebron

Then he called for Zadok and Abiathar the priests
For Joel and Eliel the Levi fathers' chiefs
For Uriel, Shemaiah, Amminadab and Asaiah
"Go sanctify yourselves so we can bring the Ark"

So David said,
"Appoint your brethren to be the singers
With instruments of music like the harp
I've prepared a place and a brand new wagon
Today we're bringing home the ark
We'll bring it on a brand new cart"

Chorus:

There was the sound of the cymbal
The trumpet and the timbrel*
The psaltery and the harp
It was a day of rejoicing
They were lifting up their voices
King David was dancing.
They were bringing back the ark

So the Levites appointed Heman the son of Joel
And of his brethren, Asaph the son of Berachiah
And Ethan the son of Kushaiah
Of the sons of their brethren, Merari

And with them their brethren of the second degree
Zechariah Ben and Jaaziel,
Shemiramoth, Jehiel, Unni, Eliab Benaiah
Maaseiah, Matathiah, Elipheleh, Mikneiah
Obededom and Jeiel

So the singers Heman, Asaph and Ethan
Were appointed to the sound of the cymbals of brass
And Zechariah, Benaiah, Maaseiah and Eliab
Aziel, Jeiel, Shemiramoth
With their brethren Unni
They were skilful and cunning
With their psalteries on Alamoth

And on the harps Mikneiah, Obededom Matathiah
Elipheleh Azaziah, Jeiel
And for the song Cheneniah But Elipheleh Berachiah
Obededom and Jeiah were door keepers for the ark

Chorus:

Then the priests, Zechariah, Netheneel and Shebaniah
Jehoshaphat, Benaiah, Amasai
And Eliezer were the priests that blew the trumpet
Before the ark of God

So David and the elders and the captains over thousands
Went to bring up the ark of the covenant of God
Out of the house of Obededom where they'd left it
'Cause they feared when God struck Uzza
'Cause he took hold of the ark

For some inexplicable reason, I had been thinking about Cindy Bates Quayle lately, the subject of this song. Coincidentally and unexpectedly, just last week I got an e-mail from her sister, Theresa Bates Connolly, who now lives in Norwood, Missouri. It must be time to share this song. 

While living and substitute teaching in Phoenix, I became acquainted and close friends with the Bates family that had relocated to Phoenix from Jonesborough, Tennessee, my home town. (Small world after all!) I didn't really know them well in Tenn., but Theresa and I became quick and close friends and I was made to feel like part of her family. Cindy, the second of three children was such a demure, modest and beautiful girl. She was later happily married to Mike Quayle, Vice President, Dan Quayle's brother. Not long after, she was diagnosed with leukemia. As devastating as this was, no one could have been more positive and courageous than Cindy. The same strong spirit/faith she exhibited on that plane out of Atlanta to Phoenix was the same calm spirit she had when I last saw her in Children's Hospital in Philadelphia.
 
Thankfully, this song was written for Cindy before her death at forty three….and she loved it! I just hope it will be an encouraging example for anyone who may be, ' Walking through the shadows' and fighting their own battle.
 
Cindy
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I remember that first shaky flight to Phoenix
You sat beside me and assured me everything would be OK
I know that same spirit now is guiding you
And helping you to make it through each day
 
Chorus:
 
And you are teaching us to walk on through the shadows
Never fearing and in weakness staying strong
Never giving up or in to pain and sadness
That's the reason we are singing Cindy's song
 
Long ago I did a portrait for your wedding
I wonder if its still hanging there to tell
You were always called the quiet one of the family
Just a sweet shy and lovely blue eyed girl
 
Chorus
 
Not too long ago I saw you here in Philly
Your doctors said they'd never seen one quite like you
So determined and unwilling to be broken
In your spirit that will always see you through
 
Chorus

The USA military has to be the best on earth! And it is no mystery why the MSM is all but silent concerning the likelihood of victory in Iraq. It is a disturbing state of affairs when a soldier isn't supported by so many of his/her own fellow citizens. The Italians consider ingratitude a mortal sin and I tend to agree.
 
To say you support the troops, but not the war, is simply disingenuous jibberish. It's like saying you support a minister, musician, doctor or artist but you despise their work. Most often, individuals are defined by their work. And if that was ever the case, it is with the soldier who is willing to put himself in harm's way, sacrificing self and even life for the cause he believes to be so much greater than himself.

From what I have gathered, this song sums up the way they feel about the critics and nay sayers here at home and abroad.
 
Big Picture 
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We're safely here while they're over there fighting for our freedom
Here at home some don't realize just how much we need them
To make the world a safer place they give up their own freedom
I wondered if they wonder if we know how much we need them
 
Chorus:
Then I talked to them and I got first hand just how the soldier's feeling
About the spin from the pinheads here denying we are winning
Proud and bold the truth they told with undiluted conviction
They don't give a squat 'cause the pinhead's just a dot in the big picture
 
 
They fly above it all and call the shots the way they see them
They know the press has done its best to damage and condemn them
Now that the war is being won they just choose to ignore it
But not one dark and bloody day did they fail to exploit
 
As the voices of dissent grew loud the troops were growing stronger
As victory nears all we can hear is, "Leave them there no longer
Bring them back from old Iraq- to hell with liberty!
Drop your gun leave the job undone- to hell with victory!!"
 
In almost seven years we've seen no terror on this nation
If we don't learn from history there'll be another lesson
"Appease the enemy and he'll forsake his evil schemes"
What will it take to shake these dreamers from their foolish dreams?!
 
Chorus
 
Then I talked with them and I got first hand just how the soldier's dealing
With all the spin from the pinheads here denying we are winning
Proud and bold the truth they told with undiluted conviction
They don't give a squat 'cause the pinhead's just a dot in the big picture
Like a blue dot in a Suerat picture, they're just a dot in the big picture

An explosion in the Sago coal mine occurred on January 2, 2006 in Tallmansville, West Virginia that resulted in the deaths of 12 miners. Thirteen coal miners were trapped at about 6:30 am. Forty-one hours later rescuers erroneously reported that 11 of the miners had survived.

The rejoicing went on for three hours before the families were finally told of the mistake. In this song I try to express the agony those families experienced and the eternal truth expressed in a note one of the miners left before he died. The note read, “Tell all, I see them on the other side”.
 
 
The Sago Note
Digital Music File
 
“Tell them I will see them
All on the other side”
He wrote a note to tell us
That he loved us when he died
He knew we were waiting
And the pain would be too deep
So he assured us that it “wasn’t bad”
And he  “just went to sleep”
 
Did he know that we all thought
They were alive and all was well
Did they hear the Hallelujahs
And the ringing of church bells
When our joy turned into sorrow,
Their new life had begun
On earth no equal for our pain,
Beyond, I think of one
 
Chorus:
It’s like making it to Heaven
Just to be turned away
With one glimpse into forever
On that final Judgment Day
To hear, “I never knew you
Depart from me forevermore”
To be locked out on the wrong side
On this side of Heavens door
 
This thought brought me to myself again
I fell down on my knees
Thanking God for grace sufficient
In this time of grief
Though my loss is great
And I may never understand just why
I know that I will see him there
In Heaven when I die
 
And I’ll be making it to Heaven
I won’t be turned away
My name was written in the “Book of Life”
One high school summer day
When Jesus came into my heart
He made for me a way
To know I’d be there with Him
In Heaven some sweet day
 
“Tell them I will see them
All on the other side”
              

Digital Music File

You don’t poke your finger in America’s eye
If you don’t want a piece of American Pie
Ain’t no cherries, its only the pits
Till you give us Binney, we ain’t gonna quit
You’ve done tweaked the nose
Of the gentle sleeping giant
You’ve done pulled the whiskers
Of the sleeping gentle lion

He’s an elongated desert horse rat
With a heart of hate and a dirty head wrap
He sits in his cave by the candle light
Telling Al Queda boys, “Go on out and fight"
That American bunch is now everywhere
Them sinners are saying we invited them here
Oh, boys, I think we might have
Made a mistake, Oh, boys
I think we made a big mistake

Chorus:
After all we’ve done to those guys
They’re still undivided, stronger and wise
This thing ain’t going according to plan
Nobody doesn’t like that President man
Oh, boys, I think we made a big mistake
We underestimated the American way

Now the desert’s loud, the fritters won’t bake
Can’t sleep when everything quivers and quakes
I wonder what’s happened to our rag tag band
Them Yanks are tearing up the Taliban
It’s dark and dank down here in the cave
Ain’t seen no sun since their judgment day

Oh boys, I think we might have made a mistake
We underestimated the United States
Well boys it’s gettin’ mighty smelly down here
I would venture out if I could change my gear
They’d pick me out like a snow white crow
I’m the long tall most wanted man you know
Oh, boys, I think we made a big mistake
We underestimated the United States

Well, this thing ain’t going according to plan
G. W. Bush is determined to win
After all we’ve done to those guys
We’ve only made them stronger and wise
Oh, boys, I think we made a big mistake
We underestimated the United States
We underestimated the United States”

"Free Them " was written in January 2003 before the Iraq war. I wanted to write something to show my appreciation to our great U.S. military. The idea of world wide freedom and democracy was a wonderful, albeit impossible goal. And, at the time, seemed like something that might only belong in a song. I am elated to see that the concept of world wide democracy has become President Bush's heartfelt ambition and goal.
 
Free Them
Digital Music File
 
On behalf of a very grateful nation
Just want to thank you
From the bottom of my heart
Because of you we sleep a whole lot sounder
And to thank you
I just don’t know where to start
 
Brave and noble sons and daughters
 You’re America’s best
Defending our home land
You are willing to invest
Your hopes and dreams
And when it means a greater sacrifice
You go the distance and you keep
The flame of freedom burning bright
 
Chorus:
 
So let freedom reign
To the ends of the earth
Let the whole world see it’s value
And the worth of every soul
This is democracy’s design
“To be free” has been imprinted
On the heart of all mankind
 
Go and break the yoke of bondage
Help to set the captive free
So they can see the light
And breathe the air of liberty
Blind despair will end when
Dark oppression turns to day
A fearless day when
The whole wide world will say
 
Chorus
 
Bridge:
God forbid we ever take for granted
The sacrifices made for freedom’s light
A blessed beacon that will blaze throughout forever
Thanks to God and our great military might
 
So let freedom ring
From the ends of the earth
Let the whole world hear
 The value and the worth
Of every living soul
Created in a grand design
“To be free” He has imprinted
On the heart of all mankind
“To be free” God has imprinted
On the heart of all mankind