Perfect Love

There is no fear where love abides,
No trembling heart that tries to hide.
For perfect love, both strong and deep,
Calms the storms that haunt our sleep.

Fear has torment, sharp and loud,
It wraps the soul in heavy shroud.
It whispers lies of doom and loss,
And keeps our eyes from Christ’s own cross.

But love—His love—steps into night,
And floods the dark with holy light.
It does not shout, it does not shove,
It simply rests in truth above.

When we believe we are secure
In mercy steadfast, strong, and pure,
The dread of judgment fades away
In grace that holds us day by day.

The cross has settled every claim,
Removed the guilt, erased the shame.
What wrath remained was fully borne—
And from that death new hope was born.

He that feareth still must learn
How deep the Father’s mercies burn.
For perfected love begins to grow
When we trust what Calvary chose to show.

So let His love reshape your heart,
Let anxious thoughts and doubt depart.
For in His arms we stand complete—
Where fear must bow at mercy’s feet.

1 John 4:18 (KJV)
“There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.”

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop

The Older I Get, the More I Don’t Know
By Mark C Waldrop

The older I get, the more I don’t know—
The less I insist, the slower I go.
The edges grow softer, the corners less tight,
And wrong isn’t always as clear as black and white.

I once held opinions like stones in my hand,
Certain I fully could understand.
But time has a way of sanding the soul,
Humbling the heart, making fractured things whole.

The older I get, the more I can see
How small I am in eternity.
How vast the sky, how deep the sea,
How wide the grace that rescued me.

Questions grow deeper than answers I’ve found,
And truth feels more holy when spoken unbound.
I’ve learned that wisdom is often this—
To listen more long than to speak amiss.

The older I get, the more I believe
In mercy to give and grace to receive.
In slower mornings and quieter prayer,
In learning to trust when life feels unfair.

I know less about how the world should run,
But more about love and what Christ has done.
Less about proving that I am right,
More about walking humbly in light.

The older I get, the more I don’t know—
And somehow, that helps my spirit to grow.

Proverbs 9:10 (KJV)
“The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.”

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MarkWaldrop

When He Was on the Cross, I Was on His Mind
By Mark C Waldrop

When He was on the cross that day,
Beneath a darkened sky,
As mercy met a world of sin
And love refused to die—

When nails were driven through His hands
And thorns pressed in His brow,
He saw beyond the agony
To here… to me… to now.

Through every lash upon His back,
Through every mocking word,
He carried not just ancient souls
But hearts not yet disturbed.

He knew my name before my birth,
He knew my every fall;
Yet still He chose the rugged tree—
The greatest love of all.

When blood and water freely flowed,
When hope seemed torn apart,
He held the weight of all my shame
Deep in His holy heart.

And in that hour of deepest pain,
With grace I can’t define,
He bore my cross, He paid my debt—
For I was on His mind.

So let me live in gratitude,
Let praise in me arise;
For Calv’ry was not history—
It was love before His eyes.

When He was on the cross that day,
Though centuries unwind,
He saw my need, He saw my face—
And I was on His mind. 

Bible Verse:
“But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” — Romans 5:8

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MarkWaldrop

           Still Free

Everything has gone up in price,
From daily bread to sacrifice.
The cost of living climbs each day,
And hard-earned dollars slip away.

Homes and fuel and simple things,
All feel the weight that rising brings.
What once was small now costs us more—
We feel it deep within our core.

But there’s one gift that still stands tall,
Unchanged, unpriced, untouched by all.
No tax applied, no hidden fee,
No shifting rate in history.

Salvation’s price was paid in full,
By hands once pierced on Calvary’s hill.
The debt we owed, He bore alone,
The price complete, the payment shown.

Everything else may rise and fall,
But grace still answers every call.
Though markets change and fortunes shift,
God’s saving love remains a gift.

It’s free to us—though not to Him,
For mercy flowed when hope was dim.
Forever settled, signed in red—
By Jesus’ blood so freely shed.

So when the world feels tight and strained,
And earthly treasures can’t be gained,
Remember this—let hope uplift:
Salvation still’s a free, paid gift.


Bible Verse:

“For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.” 
Ephesians 2:8–9 (KJV

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MarkWaldrop

    The Mystery of Three in One

One God eternal, strong and true,
Not three gods—One in all He’ll do.
Yet in His being, rich and deep,
A sacred mystery He will keep.

The Father speaks, the world begins,
Creator free from time or sins.
He plans, He loves, He calls by name,
The source of life, the holy flame.

The Son steps down in flesh and bone,
God with us, yet still God alone.
He lived, He died, He rose again,
To break the curse and conquer sin.

The Spirit comes with breath and fire,
To guide our hearts and lift us higher.
He lives within, both near and true,
God’s power working through and through.

Not parts of God, not roles we see,
But Three in One—eternally.
Distinct in person, one in will,
One holy God, unchanging still.

Beyond our grasp, yet meant to be
A truth embraced in humility.
We may not know the “how” or “why,”
But trust the God who draws us nigh. 💙

2 Corinthians 13:14 (KJV)

“The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Ghost, be with you all. Amen.”

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop