Monthly Archives: October 2013

Our Strength!

Soaring eagle

Isaiah 40:29-31

New King James Version (NKJV)

29 He gives power to the weak,
And to those who have no might He increases strength.
30 Even the youths shall faint and be weary,
And the young men shall utterly fall,
31 But those who wait on the Lord
Shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings like eagles,
They shall run and not be weary,
They shall walk and not faint.

Fall Walk

Today I decided to take a walk,

and see if a partridge,

I could spot.

I grabbed the old twenty gauge,

and a handful of bird shot.

I walked slowly,

you might say crept,

there was a crash,

there was a bounce,

I almost got run over,

run over by a female deer.

There was a snort,

and another deer ran,

I wished I had,

a camera in my hand.

I looked above,

as I heard this sound,

of the wild goose call,

O, how I love the sounds,

and sights of fall.




Doors are made to go through, in our out, it’s up to you; doors are of many types, that we must face in life, some bring us happiness, while others may bring strife. Some doors are meant for us to open, while others are better left shut, some lead us into green pastures, while others may lead us into deep ruts. There are two doors into eternity, that may be opened by death, one leads down to eternal torment and the other into heavenly rest. Doors of destruction may be selfishness and pride; Jesus is the door to Heaven, He will welcome you with arms open wide. Trust in Him and with Him you will always abide!

Revelation 3:20
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.




Snow flakes, snow flakes softly fluttering down,
landing so softly, not making a sound.
Lightning, lightning brightly coming down,
with a crashing noise as it strikes the ground.
Tornadoes, tornadoes whirling and twisting,
picking up everything with their rushing sound.
Rain drops, rain drops bringing moisture to the ground,
springing the plants their beauty to abound.
Sunshine, sunshine beaming down every hour,
shows God’s majesty over nature,
created by His awesome power.
Salvation, salvation sent down to sinful man,
because of God’s grace through Jesus,
revealing His salvation plan.
Praise God, praise God for all things from above,
showing His mighty hand, His mercy and everlasting love.




While driving in the country one night,
I saw a small lighthouse, placed on a lawn,
in it was a light, that shone from dusk to dawn.
The lighthouse was once used to warn,
the coming ships of dangers ahead,
especially in the bad storms,causing sailor’s dread.
what a comfort it must have been,
to see it’s flashing light guiding them,
around the reefs and the great rocks,
avoiding the danger, until the ship safely docks.
We believers in Christ, have a lighthouse,
as we sail this voyage on life’s sea,
it is Christ Himself, guiding you and me.
In the Bible, John tells us,
Jesus is the light of the world,
helping us see the poison darts,
Satan and all his demons hurl.
Dear friend, if you are still walking,
in the valley and darkness of sin,
why not ask Christ for forgiveness,
and let His light of guidance begin.

The Clouds



Our lives are like the clouds,
little vapors in the sky,
we hang around awhile,
then we say goodbye.
Our lives are like the clouds,
sometimes all fluffy and white,
some times we have our trials,
like the black clouds at night.
Our lives are like the clouds,
being driven by the wind,
sometimes we are tossed to and fro,
as we fall into sin.
Our lives are like the clouds,
that are controlled by God’s hand,
when we put our trust in Him,
He will guide us across this land.
Our lives are like the clouds,
all beautiful and bright,
floating around the sun,
as it sets at night.
Our lives are like the clouds,
little vapors in the sky,
we hang around awhile,
then we say goodbye.

—- winston Staples —-

The Stream



There is a crooked stream,
running quiet and still,
just half a mile,
over that hill.
One day last fall,
there was a big rain,
that old stream was raging,
a rage no man could tame.
It roared and rushed,
took houses and land,
where ever it went,
it obeyed no command.
Sometimes our life,
is like that stream,
all peaceful and calm,
then comes trials,
that explode like a bomb.
We have a place,
where we can go,
to our Heavenly Father,
who by His loving hand,
soothes and calms,
that raging stream,
with one command,
it obeys His will,
as He speaks,
Peace be still.
–Winston Staples–