It is a quiet Sunday morn,

I look up the road;

I look over the hills,

and I look across the valley,

everything is still.

My old body feels so worn,

even after this handful,

handful of pills.

Some Days we have pain,

pain deep in our soul,

and Satan,

in our time of weakness,

wants our body in his control.

We open our Bibles;

We bow in prayer,

trust in Jesus,

He is the living word,

the truth, the way,

and giver of Eternal Life.

God gives us strength,

to make it through the days,

so let’s say thank you Father

everyday in prayer,

open our mouths,

and give Him praise!

~ Winston Staples

Author: wint68,70pluswint

I am married, have four lovely children and five grandchildren. I love gospel music and to write poetry as a hobby. I love animals such as dogs, and white tailed deer. I love good clean humor.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.