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You are who you vote for, they say it’s true, In the choices you make, your values shine through. With each name on the ballot, a vision, a voice, Reflecting the world you see in your choice.
You are who you vote for, a mirror of heart, A part of the system, you play your part. In the hopes you cast, in the trust you invest, In a future you dream of, the one you think best.
You are who you vote for, in silence or shout, A whisper of faith, or a scream of doubt. But remember, in the end, the vote is more, Than just a decision, it’s what you stand for.
I was left in the flood waters of Hurricane Milton, to fend for myself, The future looked bleak as the waters began to swell. Then, a Trooper with a heart I caught his eye, Rescuing me, now my spirit can fly.
I will never be the same, I know it’s true, With love and care, my life starts anew. I am so proud Trooper is now my name, A symbol of hope, a life reclaimed.
I was lucky, a tender heart set me free, But there are many cousins still waiting like me. At your local shelter, they long for the same, For a chance at life, a brand-new name.
“Go down to the potter’s house,” the Lord once said, To Jeremiah, in his spirit led. For some lessons in life, we must descend, Not in our heights, but where we bend.
Down to the place where the potter molds, Shaping murky clay with gentle holds. For in our lows, we are made to see, The work of the Potter in you and me.
The clay He chooses, though flawed and weak, Is pressed and pounded, soft and meek. For the Potter knows, with every strike, The cracks will form, but He makes them right.
Are you being pressed against the wall, Feeling broken, shattered, small? Fear not, the Potter’s hands are sure, He works with love, so we endure.
In our impurities, we often break, But the Potter never makes a mistake. With patient hands, He starts anew, Forming vessels strong and true.
We are not thrown away, despite our flaws, The Potter’s love obeys no laws. With mediocre clay, He forms with grace, Vessels to adorn His holy place.
Are you broken now? Rejoice and know, In His hands, your beauty will grow. Glazed and shining, you’ll stand one day, A perfect vessel, shaped His way.
It is what it is, they say with a sigh, No sense in asking the how or the why. Life takes its course, and time will unfold, Stories of joy, and moments untold.
It is what it is, as the days drift away, Some battles we fight, some prices we pay. But in the stillness, in the quiet night, We find our peace, and we hold on tight.
It is what it is, the ebb and the flow, The highs and the lows, the things we don’t know. Yet through it all, we find strength within, For every ending begins again.
It is what it is, and that’s how it goes, Through seasons of loss, and when love grows. We rise, we fall, and then we stand, With faith in heart and hope in hand.
The process is vast, with the world in debate, But God’s saving grace does not hinge on the state. Parties seek power, they care for your vote, Yet Christ’s love and mercy, they barely take note.
The pursuit of control can cloud what is right, For the Christian’s calling is love in the fight. Do not trade the Sermon for influence or gain, For in that exchange, there’s little but pain.
If politics tempts you to judge or to hate, Turn down the volume before it’s too late. Bring salt, bring light, in this heated divide, With grace, let the love of your Savior abide.
For splitting the Body over policies grim, Is a wound far greater than any party win. Vote with conviction, your conscience, and might, But remember, it’s love that defines what is right.
More precious than victories, more lasting than fame, Is a soul filled with love, glorifying His Name.
Through the prism of faith, pure and bright, God’s Light shines forth, a beacon of might. Three sides reflect in perfect form, The Father, the Son, the Spirit reborn.
God the Father, eternal and wise, His love pours down from heavenly skies. Creator of all, His hands did mold, A world of wonders, both new and old.
God the Son, the Savior, so pure, In His sacrifice, our hope is sure. Through the cross, His mercy flows, His love a light that forever glows.
God the Spirit, gentle and true, Guiding us daily in all that we do. His presence within, a whisper so near, A flame of comfort, dispelling all fear.
As light passes through, the colors break free, A spectrum of grace for all to see. Through this prism, God’s glory is shown, Reflecting His love, making it known.
In the Father, the Son, the Spirit’s embrace, We reflect His light, His boundless grace. Through us, His truth and love take flight, Shining forever in radiant light.
The sun is setting fast, the race is almost run, The shadows long and deep beneath the fading sun. Each step has been a journey, each breath a fleeting grace, Now twilight calls me softly toward another place.
I’ve walked through days of sorrow, I’ve danced in moments bright, I’ve battled through the darkness, I’ve cherished every light. The road that lies behind me, though winding, steep, and long, Has taught me strength in silence, has filled my soul with song.
The race is almost over, the finish line in sight, But even in the waning, I feel the morning’s light. For death is but a doorway, a passage to the new, Where every tear is lifted, where skies are always blue.
So as the sun is sinking, my heart begins to soar, For though this journey’s ending, there waits forevermore.
If you are afraid of the devil’s snare, You haven’t yet found Jesus there. For in His name, all fear must flee, And chains are broken, setting free.
The devil may whisper, deceive, and lie, But Jesus reigns, He is nearby. With every step, His light will shine, And darkness fades before the divine.
If you tremble at shadows, unsure of the way, Seek Jesus, the truth, and never sway. For in His love, there’s no need for fear, His power and peace are ever near.
The enemy trembles at His name, For Christ alone defeats all shame. So if you fear the devil’s roar, Know Jesus stands at heaven’s door.
With faith in Christ, you’ll boldly stand, The devil defeated by God’s hand. For once you’ve found the Savior true, There’s nothing left that can undo.
