Just thinking,
about childhood days,
as I listen,
listen to the falling rain,
how we would climb,
into our tree house,
and play monopoly,
all day long.
I knew some,
were less than honest,
as they moved around,
quickly around the board.
Sometimes I long to,
long to have those,
happy moments back;
I realize one grows,
and makes mistakes,
as we travel this land;
so let us place our lives,
with the FATHER,
who knows, always knows,
what for us is best!
~ Winston Staples
The Summer was dry;
the Fall too,
danger of forest fires,
everywhere loomed.
The wells and streams,
are going low,
Prayers going up,
for the storm clouds
on the horizon show.
They all prayed,
for a big rain;
they needed water,
so much they knelt,
and God answered,
and sent a big rain,
now the wells are not dry,
the streams are filled;
Thank you Father,
thanks again;
You heard our prayers,
and You sent a big rain.
~ Winston Staples
One day,
a kidnapper came,
he took our beings,
and I know his name;
his name is Satan,
he loves, kidnapping,
kidnapping our souls,
he sneaks in,
without us seeing.
God loves,
the souls of HIS Children;
HE knows our names,
HE sent a RANSOM,
JESUS, HIS SON came.
HE shed HIS blood,
on that old rugged cross,
that RANSOM paid the price,
and in the BOOK of LIFE
HE recorded our names!
~ Winston Staples
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