Streams of Gold

By Joyce Southern Bennett

At times, in my lifetime, I have had a hunger to write. When I was a teenager, I would sit on the porch at the house (it wasnt that old then) and write poems. I Have been writing songs for years. I have enclosed a lot of them with my Morning Writing. My little sister, Barbara, and I, use to sit on the porch banister and sing. We even, Use to perform on old saw dust piles. Our cousin, Ellen, use to climb up the saw dust Pile and perform with us. I really didnt think I could write a Devotional Book, but felt, I was suppose to try. The inspiration came from someone higher than me. He gives me Strength, Hope and Joy. When the presence of the Lord, closes in, I feel as if, I could still climb, a Saw Dust pile.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479724345

Joyce Southern Bennett

Joyce Bennett says she is very fortunate to have been raised in the North Georgia hills. She was raised where “Amazing Grace” bounced off the rafters of the old-time churches. Old-time shouting was heard through the raised windows. Women fanned babies with funeral home fans. “I can see in my mind the women shaking those three-piece fans and beginning to fan the babies,” Joyce said. “Some of the fans were stuck together, so they had to be shaken loose before you could use them.” Joyce says you can almost hear the bluegrass music and old-time country echo through the valleys, mountains, and hollows. She wonders if the tunes weren’t mixed together from our forefathers, who braved the crossing to come to America. Joyce fumes when she thinks about some trying to take our Christian rights. “The way I see it,” she says, “If we have the goods, and it’s buried down deep in our spirit and soul. It is bound to come out somewhere. What happened to freedom of speech? The Lord, Jesus Christ, is my best friend.” “Yeah!” She can almost hear, Bill, her husband, say. Bill is now enjoying everything heaven has to offer. “Life is good,” Joyce says. “Some days, I don’t feel like jumping ditches, but we can always praise our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, for all he has done. Amen!”

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Streams of

Gold

Joyce Southern Bennett

Copyright © 2012 by Joyce Southern Bennett.

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Contents

EMBRACING TODAY

THE TRUTH AND LIFE

HE’S STILL THE SHEPHERD

HIS LIGHT

I FEEL HOME

THE DAYSPRING

ANCHOR OF AGES

OLD NEW EYES

BE STILL AND KNOW

GOD’S CHILD

IT TOOK THE BLOOD

A MAKE BELIEVE LETTER

THE SHEPHERD IS HERE

DON’T LET MY SONG DIE IN ME

I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE

HE KNOWS EVERY TRAIL FROM MY VALLEY

MOVE UP THE MOUNTAIN

I LOVE YOU, MY JESUS

THERE’S COOL WATER IN THE VALLEY

MY GUEST OF HONOR

I WANT TO HIT GOLDEN STREETS RUNNING

COME ON SUNDOWN

GOD ALLOWED NAILS TO FIX EVERYTHING

LET’S GO TO THE OTHER SIDE

VITORY AT DAYLIGHT

ARRAYED IN WHITE

PAPER DOLL YEARS

HE’LL BE COMING THROUGH THE CLOUDS

WINDS OF REVIVAL

INTRODUCTION

At times, in my lifetime, I have had a hunger to write. When I was a teenager, I would sit on the porch at the house (it wasn’t that old then) and write poems. I Have been writing songs for years. I have enclosed a lot of them with my Morning Writing.

My little sister, Barbara, and I, use to sit on the porch banister and sing. We even, Use to perform on old saw dust piles. Our cousin, Ellen, use to climb up the saw dust Pile and perform with us.

I really didn’t think I could write a Devotional Book, but felt, I was suppose to try. The inspiration came from someone higher than me. He gives me Strength, Hope and Joy. When the presence of the Lord, closes in, I feel as if, I could still climb, a Saw Dust pile.

EMBRACING TODAY

Jesus tells us in (John 14:1) Let not your heart be troubled: Ye believe in God, Believe also in me. JOHN 16:24, Hitherto have ye asked nothing in my name: ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full.

I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday for a regular checkup. I had pondered on asking my doctor to send me to an Orthopedic. A pinched nerve was giving me fits, from my lower back, going down my right leg.

A still small voice spoke to my spirit and said, Do you remember me telling you to run the night you went to a revival meeting at Brother Chris’s church?

Yes, Lord, I remember, I answered.

Do you remember, me telling you, I would take care of your back, if you would run?

I remembered how awesome the spirit was, when I ran that night. I felt, as if, I was wrapped in a warm blanket.

Lord, I said, There’s no need in me going any where else. You promised to heal me.

The Bible tells us in the last part of 1 Samuel: 15:22, Behold to obey is better than sacrifice, and to harken than the fat of rams.

I look across the small stream from where I sit on the backporch. The stream divides the two yards from the old house, where I was raised and where I now live.

The old house has been a place of tranquility for me over the years. I’ve been able to see it from my kitchen window, as well, as the backporch. It is snaky now and is rotting down, with bushes and brambles closing in around it.

The laughter no longer echoes from the past. Skinned knees from playing are almost forgotten, a brother, bravely, joining the Marine Corp., little sister growing up, the excitement when the two older sisters would visit. Daddy died, while him and Momma were still in the house.

Time passes, memories fade, but how precious is life to embrace memories we have and still be able to embrace each day we have.

His Voice

I’m so thankful, I know, my Savior,

He promised, He’ll never depart.

When He saved my soul and forgave me,

Then His freedom released my heart.

CHORUS:

Now, I listen for harps in the distance,

Riding on the wings of the wind.

I listen for heavenly music,

And the voice of Jesus, my friend.

Oh, at times, I’ve walked with sorrow,

I’ve asked, my Jesus, when will it end?

Then the music echo’s from the distance,

And I hear the voice of my friend.

I watch the sun, way up the mountain,

It shines in streams of pure gold.

I just stand in awe and I listen,

To a voice that will never grow old.

Joyce Bennett

THE TRUTH AND LIFE

JOHN 14: 6, Jesus saith unto him (talking to Thomas) I am the way, the truth, and the life: No man cometh unto the Father but by me.

I was amazed to see the beautiful sunset, last evening, when I closed the front door. I went immediately, to the backporch, where I could have a grand view of it going down.

By the time