THIS OLD STREAM

Leaning over the railing, on an old bridge, watching the water rushing bye, remembering, the days gone bye, when I fished with the fly. The water rushes in some places, in other places it lies quiet and lies so still. Some places it makes waterfalls as it flows over hills. Our lives, are like this old stream; we have our times of calm and peace, while other times troubles, rush in like the water falling over the hills, but, if we have an anchor for our soul; we will have rest and peace, given by our Master. He is in control! ~ Winston Staples