wint'swords

Hi My friends! As I look around the world and see the terrible turmoil it is in, I wonder where the Holy men of God are. Men who speak up for God and His moral standards; men that we used to have that stood for His truth; men we don’t have now because of their old age and those who are deceased; men like Jerry Falwell and Billy Graham. I have a dear friend and brother in Christ who writes songs an d preaches God’s word, brother Ed Sealy. A song he wrote a few years ago keeps running through my mind and the chorus goes like this: Where are the Holy men of God Where are they all? Like the prophet Isaiah, Jeremiah And Apostle Paul? Who weren't ashamed to wear His name And be set apart from self and sin And all Where are the Holy men of God Where are they all?

 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 kook; 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. —- Winston Staples —-

Today I returned, to my favorite place, the place, where the red pine trees grow, to hear the cry of the blue jay, and the cawing of the crow. there were many ducks, swimming to and fro, in that old beaver dam, where the red pine trees grow. there was an great Blue Heron, sitting on an old pine limb, as I waited patiently, to see those beaver swim. Oh, what a beautiful day, to go to that place, where the red pine trees grow! ~Winston Staples

Ray of Hope: It is late October, The sky is cloudy and gray, A drizzle is falling, Oh, what a dreary day! The leaves are all about gone, And a flock of crows, Are cawing on the hill beyond. All of a sudden, I see, A patch of blue sky, And the sun come shining through, Oh, what a little ray of sunshine can do. In this life, As we are passing through, The cloudy days seem, more than a few, Then one day, The SONSHINE of God's love, Comes shining through, Bringing us hope of Heaven, When our weary days are through.

wint'swords: "Im Free" By Lynda Randle With David Phelps

I love looking at old hymn books and reading their great messages they proclaim. Here is a verse from the old hymn “ MY SONG IS LOVE UNKNOWN “ He came from his blest throne Salvation to bestow; But men made strange, and none The longed-for Christ would know: But O my friend, My friend indeed, Who at my need His life did spend!

Ralph Waldo Emerson quotes : "“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”  Ralph Waldo Emerson quote" 'via Blog this'