Daily Archives: October 6, 2021

TAKE TIME!

Two Roads There are two main roads, main roads in life I am told, one leading upward, to streets of gold. The other wide, and spiraling downward to eternal torment and forever bound. So choose the straight and narrow road, where Jesus leads us upward, to Heavens streets, many streets of gold.

FLOATING CLOUDS!

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

BURDENS ARE LIFTED!

THREE TREES
One morning,
The air was crisp and still,
I saw on the horizon,
Three trees standing on a hill.
The two trees on the sides,
Shorter than the center one;
How they stood out,
In the rising sun.
A refuge for the birds,
In the time of storms,
A nesting place,
So peaceful and warm.
Seeing these trees,
So majestic standing in a row,
Took my mind back,
Two thousand years or so,
To a place called Calvary,
Where three wooden crosses,
Stood out plainly in a row.
On the outside crosses,
Hung two guilty thieves,
On the center cross,
Hung the only Son of God;
He was dying for you and me.
Jesus, was bearing our sins,
So we could be set free.
~ Winston Staples

LIFE’S RACE

Life’s race is like a marathon,
Run in years,
Instead of miles,
Some days bring heartaches,
And others bring smiles.
Some days the body is spry,
While others it pains,
And one wants to cry.
Some days are filled with sunshine,
And others filled with rain.
Each day is a challenge,
And a race to be run,
From day break,
To the setting of the sun.
In our spiritual life,
Life’s race is to be run,
Either following Satan,
Or God’s only Son.
Satan races us toward destruction;
Jesus leads us to Heaven,
Eternal life for everyone.
So let us run with Jesus,
Over life’s rocky track,
Looking toward the finish line,
And never looking back.
When life’s race is over,
Heaven will be our prize,
A land without sorrow,
And cloudy skies.
— Winston Staples–