wint'swords: December 2011

Friday, December 30, 2011

Poem

If
If the sun were always shining
And the skies were always blue,
And the flowers always blooming
And the trees a bright green hue;
If the mourn were always cheerful
And the nights were all clear and bright,
And the birds were always singing
Never needing to take flight;
We would soon grow tired and weary
And oft complain and sigh,
For we'd miss the lovely rainbow
That God put in the sky.
Yes, we'd miss the rain and shadow
And fleecy clouds of white,
We'd miss the stars and moonlight
And winters chilling bite.
Then we'd never know the rapture
Of the first snow of the year,
Nor the shout of happy youngsters
Yelling," Whoopee! winters here."
If we could have all our wishes
Come true at our command,
Soon we'd want to change things back
To the way that God has planned.

-- Mrs. Ross Jamison--

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

MY OBSERVATIONS

As I lie here, looking out my widow, the snow swirling off my roof being driven by the cold wind. In the trees out back, I see the black capped Chickadees gathering around the feeder enjoying the seeds I placed there. Oh, how wonderful, to watch the creations of God, bringing peace and comfort to me at this moment. God gave His creation for us to enjoy and give comfort to our weary souls. God gave us His only Son as a gift to redeem us from sin with it's death and shame, that great gift is everlasting and Jesus is His name!