Page Five

One Day At A Time
By: Marijohn Wilkin and Kris Kristofferson

As Recorded By Cristy Lane

One day at a time, sweet Jesus
That's all I'm asking from you

I'm only human - I'm just a woman
Help me believe in all I could be
And all that I am
Show me the stairway I have to climb
Lord for my sake, teach me to take
One day at a time

Chorus:
One day at a time, sweet Jesus
That's all I'm asking from you
Just give me the strength to do everyday
What I have to do
Yesterday's gone, sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine
Lord help me today, show me the way
One day at a time

Do you remember when you walked among men
Well Jesus you know if you're looking below
That it's worse now than then
Pushing and shoving, crowding my mind
So for my sake Lord teach me to take
One day at a time

Repeat Chorus

© 1973 Buckhorn Music, Inc. - BMI

I always think of Patsy when I hear this song. Although I post these
lyrics in Tribute, I also can't help but wonder what Patsy could
have done with this song had she been able to record it.
Bill Cox

Patsy
By: Eugene Maphis

As I sit here reminiscing of the years that have passed me by,
and dreaming of the legends of my time
I think of a little girl, Virginia Hensley,
who became known as Patsy Cline.

She was born in a little town of Gore,
in September 1932.
She made Winchester, VA, her home,
and touched the hearts of all she knew.

She learned to sing at an early age,
and her voice grew to be pure gold.
When she sang everyone listened,
She entertained the young and old.

There were good times and bad times,
the road up was a hard grind.
Then one night she finally made it,
The Grand Ole Opry introduced Patsy Cline.

She had one hit after another,
I Fall to Pieces, After Midnight, and Sweet Dreams
And her childhood dreams finally came true,
She became a country music queen.

Then the world was saddened,
When the Lord called her to His side.
The year was 1963,
At the age of 30, she died.

In Shenandoah Memorial Park she is laid to rest,
when she came home this last time.
We now hold a memorial each year in March,
for this little girl we call Patsy Cline.

A Sketch By Kathy Harrison

A Poem By Patsy Walen

I do not cry when one might die
I do not mourn, for they have been re-born
They walk with Thee, talk with Thee,
For all eternity....

We will see all again,
For they are our dear friends.
Then we will walk with Thee, talk with Thee,
For all eternity....

We will lose others along the way
But will see Thee one day.
That is why I do not cry
For they are right by....

A Tribute From Darrianne