Snow flakes, snow flakes, falling softly to the ground,
landing so gentle, not making a sound,
snow flakes, snow flakes, so fluffy and white,
slowly piling up, making everything white.
Sun beams, sun beams, shining brightly down,
slowly, slowly, warming the ground.
Sun beams, sun beams, shining brightly down.
Looking, listening , to the beauty all around,
praising God for His creation, of everything around!

Words [ by Winston Staples ]

Words are special, powerful indeed, they can sooth a broken heart, when positive words we feed. Words spoken wisely, help heal broken souls; words guide our foot steps, as we walk toward our goals. Words spoken carelessly, wound innocent hearts; once spoken can not be retrieved, we may say we are sorry, but forgiveness is hard to receive. Think before we speak, let this our motto be, use words to lift others up, giving them dignity.



As I sit here behind my desk,

looking out my window,

I see I have been richly blessed.

I have a dear wife, four lovely children,

three daughters and a son,

five grand children, a blessing each one.

I have a home, with a warm cozy bed,

food in my cupboard,

so we can be fed.

I have a Bible,

and able to read,

pray every day, my soul to feed.

So physically and spiritually,

I have what I need,

and I can say,

I am richly blessed,

richly blessed indeed.

Written by Winston Staples

God is Near

God is near, as I walk in the forest green, and when I sit by waters clear, and I sense His presence, when I view the white tailed deer. I enjoy His presence in the morning still, while walking through a beautiful garden, seeing the lily and the golden daffodil. I know He is with me, while I am walking in a deep valley, or climbing very steep hills. I feel His warmth in the sunshine, and His freshness in the rain, and His gracious hand of mercy, while I am living with my pain. I feel God’s presence, when I read His Holy Word, there He reveals His story, the greatest love story ever heard. When I awake in the morning, I have nothing to fear, I praise God and give thanks, that my Lord is near.~ Winston Staples

sounds [ by Winston Staples ]

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 a 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 a great cost. If this great truth they believe, eternal life they will 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.

writing [ The Giver ]

The Bible says, It is more blessed to give than receive. Down through the ages, there have been many great givers; the greatest of all, is God Himself. He gave mankind all the wondrous gifts in His creation; the sun, the moon, the stars and all things great and small. In the beginning all was at peace in the garden, then came the devil, then came sin, then came death to all. But the love of God still was there! Because of sin, man was separated from perfect fellowship with God; God still loved His creation so in order to save it, God, through His wonderful grace sent His son Jesus to live on the earth, die on the earth, and to resurrect from the earth, returning to God the Father; there interceding for man at this very moment. So from the start of time to the finish of time, God is and forever will be the greatest giver with the greatest gift! Dear soul, why not except His greatest gift of all? Eternal life through Jesus His Son!

~  Winston Staples

poem [ Little Vessels ]

We are little vessels, created by God’s hand, put here a little while, to walk in this land. We are little vessels, broken and marred by sin, God knows our every weakness, He wants to mold us from within. We are little vessels, who need saved from sin, by submitting to God our potter, salvation will begin. We are little vessels, saved from sin and shame, Jesus gives us victory, because He lives again. We are little vessels, being molded by His Spirit, because of His love and grace, and not by our merit. We are little vessels, being shaped as He would have us be, perfect in His sight, when the face of Jesus we see.