wint'swords

wint'swords: Longing : " It is the last day of February, the air is crisp and cold, snow flurries are softly falling, Oh, what a sight to..."

  It is the last day of February,   the air is crisp and cold,   snow flurries are softly falling,   Oh, what a sight to behold.   All things outside all beautiful,   all covered in sparkling snow,   but I want spring to come,   and to hear the Robin sing,   I am here,   I sing,   to let you know.

wint'swords: OLD SAYINGS : "When I was young, these old sayings mom shared with me; roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you. Sticks and stones wi..."

When I was young, these old sayings mom shared with me; roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you. Sticks and stones will break your bones but words will never hurt you. The first could possibly be true, but the one about sticks and stones, I don't think is true. Words can cause great pain, break the heart , and the soul forever maim. The one on the hurtful end may never, recover or forget and words can cause great sorrow and deep regret. Sticks and stone will break your bones and if you let them, hurting words could destroy you. So be careful little tongue, what you say, words can either make or break a person's day!

   I only have just a minute,    Only sixty seconds in it,    Forced upon me, can't refuse it.    Didn't seek it, didn't choose it,    But it is up to me to use it.    I must suffer if I lose it,    Give account if I abuse it.    It is only just a minute,    But eternity is in it.

wint'swords: The Word Of a Friend by Arva Morris : "The soul who's undergoing strife and finds but little joy in life, May find the soft word of a friend when spoken gently at day's end will b..."

The soul who's undergoing strife and finds but little joy in life, May find the soft word of a friend when spoken gently at day's end will bring some comfort to his breast, and in night give sweeter rest.

wint'swords: Growing : " &n..."

                                           Growing                              Loving God, loving each other,                              producing fruit, with my friends.                              Loving God, loving each other,                      ...

wint'swords: Sheltered : " Through the pines, where soft breezes blow, through the pines, we see traces of snow, through the pines, ..."

  Through the pines,   where soft breezes blow,   through the pines,   we see traces of snow,   through the pines,   where the birds build their nest,   through the pines,   a doe and her fawn take rest.   Into God's arms,   we can safely go,   there His shelter He will bestow,   giving us comfort and sweet rest.   Remember, when those storms,   start to blow,   into God's arms,   we can safely go.

wint'swords: My Favorite Quotes : "Faith, and hope, and patience and all the strong, beautiful, vital forces of piety are withered and dead in a prayerless life. The life of t..."

Faith, and hope, and patience and all the strong, beautiful, vital forces of piety are withered and dead in a prayerless life. The life of the individual believer, his personal salvation, and personal Christian graces have their being, bloom, and fruitage in prayer. - E. M. Bounds Add to Favorite List God shapes the world by prayer. Prayers are deathless. They outlive the lives of those who uttered them. - E. M. Bounds

  As I sit here gazing,   out that old woods road,   now covered with four feet of snow.   I am wishing,   that snow was gone   so I could go,   to the beaver dam   where the red pine trees grow.   Out in those pines,   I can listen to the crows,   and hear the splash   of the beaver's tail,   as he dives to safety below.   I can sit on an old log,   and watch the squirrels   run to and fro,   and relax a moment,   where the red pine trees grow.

THE CLOUDS Our lives are like the clouds, little vapors in the sky, we hang around awhile, then we say goodbye. Our lives are like the clouds, sometimes all fluffy and white, some times we have our trials, like the black clouds at night. Our lives are like the clouds, being driven by the wind, sometimes we are tossed to and fro, as we fall into sin. Our lives are like the clouds, that are controlled by God’s hand, when we put our trust in Him, He will guide us across this land. Our lives are like the clouds, all beautiful and bright, floating around the sun, as it sets at night. Our lives are like the clouds, little vapors in the sky, we hang around awhile, then we say goodbye. —- winston Staples —-

THANKSGIVING On our calendar, Thanksgiving comes once a year, but in my heart, it is always here. In the morning, I thank God for the things I see; all the beauty He gives to me. I thank Him for each sound I hear, the rustling leaves, the bleating deer. I thank Him for the roof over my head, and my warm cozy bed; I thank Him for each scent I smell, some beckoning my stomach to fill. I thank God for the things I touch, being able to feel means so much; I thank Him for my family, each one, so special to me. I know now what I am trying to say, thank God for everything, every day. On our calendar, Thanksgiving comes once a year,

Out side the sun is shining bright, Oh, how the snow glisson's so white. A new batch of the fluffy stuff, fell silently last night. It looks so cold out there; the wind is sifting the snow around, I now want spring and it's flowers to abound.

Dear little lamb on the Shepherd's breast, Closely enfolded, how sweet is your rest; Forever shielded from earthly alarms, Perfectly safe in His mighty arms.