wint'swords

He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower; Alike they're needful for the flower And joys and tears alike are sent. To give the soil fit nourishment; As comes to me or cloud or sun, "Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!" Can loving children ever reprove With murmurs whom they trust and love? Creator! I would ever be A trusting, loving child to Thee; As comes to me or cloud or sun, " Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!" Oh! Ne'er will I at life repine! Enough that Thou hast made it mine; When falls the shadow cold of death, I yet will sing with parting breath; As comes to me or shade or sun, " Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!" [ Author unknown to me ]

SOUNDS I love the sound, of the morning dove, when he calls his mate in love; I love the sound, of the distant loon, as he sings his mournful tune; I love the sound, of the gentle breeze, as it moves and rustles the leaves; I love the sound, of the falling rain, as it strikes against the window pane; I love the sound, of the babbling brook’ as I sit and dangle my hook; I love the sound, of the lullaby, as the mother soothes her child’s cry. I love the sound, all creation gives, and shouts the news, our creator lives; I love the sound, of God’s Holy word, and the great message it gives to be heard, salvation and great hope for the lost, comes from God at great cost. If this great truth they believe, eternal life they shall receive. There is a sound, I am waiting for, the sound of a great shout, and a trumpets blare, when the Saints will meet, Christ in the air; We will be ushered to Heaven above, because of His amazing grace and eternal love.

Tonight I got on, the old four wheeler, and went out the old woods road, to see the beaver pond, and how the red pine trees growed. The pond was alive, with the sound of nature's band, the peeping frogs were in the water, and on the land. Above a hawk was soaring high, trying to see his lunch, from his view from the sky. The beaver were busy, busy as can be, repairing the dam, to stop the water, that was running free. Life was everywhere, around that beaver pond, on the water, on the land, and in the great beyond. Everywhere I could hear, and I could see, all the beauty, God had created, for you, and for me.