THE GROVE!
Looking at a grove,
grove of white birch,
on these trees,
many birds have perched.
Robins, sparrows and crows,
on and on the list goes;
everyday they come,
everyday they go,
so many birds,
like the cooing dove,
and the cawing crow.
Balanced!
COMFORT FOR THE WEAK As this old body gets weak And the pain grows great, And I find it hard to pray, As my headaches get worse everyday. I can no longer read God’s word, And meditate on message, That is heard. My friend Ed Sealy, wrote these words, In a song, He sings so well. Titled ” Caught in The Balances” The words go like this: ” Lord I’d love to praise you, But my body’s to weak, I can’t read your Word To hear as you speak, But I have your presence, You promised to me, When I”m caught in the balances, Trusting in Thee.” This is the first verse of the song; I trust you will enjoy it! ~ Winston Staples
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