God’s Eternal Warranty

We strive and sweat, we fall, we try,
We lift our heads and question why.
We chase approval, seek to earn,
But grace is something we can’t learn.

For all our works, they fall apart
They cannot mend the broken heart.
We wear ourselves out, day by day,
Hoping to earn what none can pay.

But God, in mercy rich and true,
Declared a warranty for you.
Not by deeds or proud decree,
But through His Son who sets us free.

Normal wear and tear won’t do,
The cracks must show, the soul break through.
He doesn’t fix what’s merely worn
He redeems the hearts that mourn.

When we are shattered, torn and tossed,
He meets us there beneath the cross.
It’s not our polish, but our plea
That activates His warranty.

So cease your striving, bend the knee
Let Jesus be your guarantee
For through the Lamb, God warrants you,
Made whole, made clean, and made anew.

Tit 3:5  he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, 

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

When I Stop Thinking About Me

When I stop thinking about me,
My first thought is You—so pure, so free.
The clamor fades, the noise grows still,
And I’m drawn again to Your perfect will.

All of my dreams start rising anew,
Not built for me—but shaped by You.
For when I surrender what I once pursued,
You fill me with joy this world never knew.

The love of God revives these bones,
Like springtime winds through desert stones.
He lifts the weight, He breaks the night,
And floods my soul with morning light.

He puts a new song in my heart each day,
A melody grace alone could play.
So I’ll think less of “me,” and far more of “You”—
And that’s where all dreams start coming true.

Psa 40:3  And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD. 

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

The hope of Heaven is God’s solution to sorrow

Heaven’s Hope, God’s Answer
“The hope of Heaven is God’s solution to sorrow.”

When sorrow wraps its aching thread
Around the heart and fills with dread,
When tears fall down like silent rain,
And prayers rise up through grief and pain

There shines a light not made by sun,
A promise sealed by God’s own Son.
Beyond the veil, beyond the night,
There waits a dawn of endless light.

The hope of Heaven—pure, divine
God’s answer through the cross and time.
No wound too deep, no loss too wide,
That grace won’t reach and love won’t guide.

A place where partings turn to song,
Where broken hearts are made strong.
Where every tear is wiped away,
And sorrow has no place to stay.

So hold on tight when trials rise,
Lift up your soul, lift up your eyes.
For Heaven waits, and love is near
God’s healing hand will dry each tear.

Rev 21:4  'He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death' or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." 

For God’s Honor and Glory 
MarkWaldrop 

For weeks she stayed through rain and sun,
No flinch, no flight, no thought to run.
A mother’s vow, so still, so true
On my back patio, in full view.

She nested quiet, calm, and bold,
Through morning heat and evening cold.
A sentinel of feathered grace,
Guarding life in that small space.

And now—oh joy!—she lifts her wing,
To show the miracle she brings.
A tiny fluff with blinking eyes,
A breath of hope beneath blue skies.

No trumpet blared, no loud parade,
Just love in silence gently laid.
A story told without a word—
Of life renewed, and hearts assured.

So here they are—this gentle pair,
A gift from God, beyond compare.
A dove, her chick, beneath the eaves,
With faith that builds in quiet leaves.

“He will cover you with His feathers,
and under His wings you will find refuge;
His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.”
Psalm 91:4 (NIV)

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

       The First Step to Kindness

If you want to be a kinder soul,
Not just in part, but in the whole,
Start with something small, yet true
Like holding a door and letting one through.

It seems so simple, hardly grand,
No need for riches or a helping hand.
Just pause a moment, let them go
And plant a seed that kindness will grow.

For every door that you hold wide,
Breaks a bit of selfish pride.
And every smile you chance to see
Reflects the heart of empathy.

So let it start—this gentle wave,
With quiet acts that make you brave.
You never know what love may do
When kindness first walks in through you.

Eph 4:32  Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you. 

Mark C. Waldrop

I Cannot Boast
by Mark C. Waldrop

How could I boast of anything
I’ve ever seen or done?
Each breath I take, each step I make,
Is grace from Heaven’s Son.

How could I dare to claim as mine
The victories God has won?
The battle’s cry, the lifted sword,
Belonged to Christ alone.

Not in my strength, not by my hand,
Did mountains ever move—
But by His mercy guiding me,
And endless, patient love.

The praises that the world may sing,
They rightly should be His.
For I am but a vessel here
To show how great God is.

So let me live in grateful awe,
Not seeking worldly fame.
And may my every word and deed
Exalt His Holy Name.

1Co 1:31  so that, as it is written,  R23 “Let the one who boasts, boast in the Lord.” 

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop