wint'swords

Some folks seem to be offended by singing about the blood and want hymns that sing about the blood of Christ removed. Hymns like, ” Redeemed, redeemed by the blood of the Lamb”; There is power in the blood”; ” Alas! And did my Saviour bleed”; ” Saved by the blood of the Crucified One”; ” When I see the blood”; ” My faith has found a resting place”, and many others. Dear folk, if we remove the blood, we remove the gospel; If we remove the blood, we remove our hope; If we remove the blood, we remove the Saviour. We remove His love, His grace and His salvation. Without the shedding of the blood of Jesus, we have no hope of salvation and no hope of Heaven. With out the shedding of the blood of Jesus we have no remission of sins and no hope for mankind. Jesus said, ” I am the way, the truth and the life, and no man cometh to the Father but by me.” The shedding of the blood of Jesus purchased our ticket to Heaven!

I am sitting, sitting quietly, thinking about special things, how the ticking of the clock, marks the passing of time, as our hope, looks toward a better future, than the present circumstances we can leave behind, I think of the Bible, the word of God, and it’s guidance, as we travel this sod. I think of my many blessings, a dear wife, four dear children, and five grandchildren, how they brighten my life. I think of my friends, how special they are to me, you might say, my extended family. I think of my God, the Creator of all things, the Lord of Lords, and the King of Kings. I think of His love, for a sinner, a sinner such as I. I think of how, He sent His Son Jesus, to this wicked earth, to walk, to teach, to die, that through His blood, salvation was granted, to the sinners, sinners such as I. I am sitting here thinking, that one thing, should always be on my mind, God’s great love for me, and His lov...

Lonely Days I sit and gaze, gaze across the hills, lying so quiet and still, longing to hear the phone ring, and some one laugh, share encourageing words, that make my heart sing. I look out my drive way, and wonder and say, why don't a friend call, or come visit me today? Sometimes my heart says, where are you my friends, do you really care? Now as I begin to pray, I hear a small voice say, I love you, I saved you, and with you, I will always stay.

NOT  YET I look up into the sky, and cry why, why aren't you coming now, and I hear Him say, not yet, not yet, all my sheep, are not in the fold today. I look into the shy, and say when, when are you coming again? Then I hear Him say, not yet, not yet, there are still precious sheep, sheep that are astray. I look up, and now bow, saying thy will be done, King of Kings, God's only Son!

If none were sick and none were sad, What service would we render? I think if we were always glad, We scarcely could be tender. Did our beloved never need Our patient ministration, Earth would grow cold, and miss, indeed, Its sweetest consolation. If sorrow never claimed our heart, And every wish were granted, Patience would die, and Life would be disenchanted. [ Author unknown ]

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.