Alone and lonely, two paths distinct, One in quiet peace, the other, hearts sink. Alone without loneliness, in solitude's grace, Lonely in the crowd, lost in empty space.
Loneliness, a mind's harsh plight, A soul's quiet battle, a never-ending night. A sense of deep isolation, a painful tide, In the bustling silence, alone inside.
No sadder thought the mind can bear, Than solitary echoes in the empty air. No friend to call, no hand to hold, In the cold vastness, alone and bold.
But in this void, a light shines true, Jesus Christ, in hearts He renews. More than a brother, closer than a friend, His love unfailing, steadfast to the end.
In every moment, His presence near, Through every sorrow, beyond each fear. He fills the void, He mends the breach, With Him, no soul is out of reach.
Through life, through death, to eternity's side, In Jesus's love, we ever abide. No longer alone, His Spirit our guide, In His eternal friendship, we confidently stride.
In the twilight of duty's call, K9 Kona stood proud and tall. Through streets and shadows, a guardian true, In the line of duty, courage he drew.
A muzzle of honor, a badge of peace, He served with heart, his oath did not cease. But when the time came to rest and retire, Kona found not the comfort of a warm hearth's fire.
Abandoned to cold shelter walls, Where echoes of loneliness softly call. A hero forgotten, in his time of need, A faithful servant, yet hearts still bleed.
O, let us remember the loyalty so deep, Of police dogs who their watch did keep. After years of service, through danger and fear, They deserve love, not a lonely tear.
Raise your voice for Kona, take a stand, For every service dog across the land. May we give them joy, as they retire, A life of peace is all they require.
From depths so deep, in shadows cast, I lived with ghosts of a troubled past. Chains that clinked with every stride, The devil's cuffs, where fear did hide.
Trapped so low, in the darkest well, No light to see, no hope to tell. Lost I was, where no eyes could see, A soul in the pit, yearning to be free.
I raised my gaze, through tears, through pain, Prayed for mercy, for strength to gain. "Is there a God?" my heart did plead, "Show me your love, in this my need."
Then clouds did part, the sun's warm glow Bathed my face, in its gentle show. Upon my knees, earth met my plea, "Oh God, I see you, now I believe."
With Jesus now, who walks my side, In His steps, I now abide. His voice, a balm, that sets me free, Through His deliverance, I'm truly free.
May 9, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop Penned for my friend JIM Hollis KB4IUD
Moms, you are cherished beyond measure, Not for the deeds your hands perform. You are treasured in His sight, For simply being the form you adorn.
God knows every layer of your spirit, More deeply than you could ever view. In His infinite wisdom and mercy, He has made His loving verdict—He cherishes you.
Across all the mornings you rise before dawn, Through nights when peace seems afar. He sees the strength in your weary eyes, Illuminated, as you are His star.
So on this day when we honor you, Let this truth in your heart be still: You are loved just for being you, With a love that no depths can fill.
Happy Mother's Day to you, A blessing from the skies above— Eternally valued, eternally held, In the boundless embrace of God's love.
Along the dusty road they rode, through silence wide and deep, The chariot wheels whispered across the sweeping steep. Water gleamed like a jewel, a promise in the arid land, The eunuch gazed with yearning, a new life close at hand.
“Look, here is water!” his voice a hopeful flight, “What stands now to hinder me from the Light?” Philip nodded, the truth clear in his steady eyes, No chains of doubt to hold, nor shadowed ties.
The chariot halted, still against the soft, earthen banks, Together they descended, hearts giving thanks. Into the cool embrace, beneath the surface laid, A covenant was sealed, all former debts paid.
Rising anew, water dripping like tears of grace, The Spirit’s sudden whirlwind, Philip’s gone without a trace. The eunuch, alone, yet heart alight with joyous song, Continued forth his journey, in faith ever strong.
May 4, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Act 8:36 As they traveled along the road, they came to some water and the eunuch said, "Look, here is water. What can stand in the way of my being baptized?" Act 8:38 And he gave orders to stop the chariot. Then both Philip and the eunuch went down into the water and Philip baptized him. Act 8:39 When they came up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord suddenly took Philip away, and the eunuch did not see him again, but went on his way rejoicing.
In peaks high where eagles dare to fly, And valleys deep where shadows lie, The same God reigns, untouched by height, A constant force in day and night.
Let every path I walk, high or low, Reflect the love that from Him flows. In mountain air or valley's gloom, His love shines forth, dispels all doom.
No peak too high, no depth too steep, For His grace to hold, His keep. In every breath, and step I take, Let God's love shine, for His own sake.
Unchain your heart, let feelings rise, As butterflies from cocooned disguise. Let sorrow's weight take wing and soar, In shared embrace, it pains no more.
Together mourn, together bear, The load of loss becomes less to wear. Shared love's touch, so soft, so tender, Mends the breaks that life can render.
Grief, a shadow, dark and vast, Finds its reprieve when love is cast. Empty spaces start to fill, With love's light, warm, and tranquil.
Let go, and let the heavens guide, In God's own hands, our fears confide. For in His grace, we find release, In letting go, we find our peace.
In the heart of the storm, where the wild winds roar, May my witness be love, opening every door. A beacon that shines through the darkest night, A tender embrace when nothing seems right.
Amidst the clamor, where conflicts deploy, May my witness be peace, a serene envoy. A river that flows past boulders and fray, Softening edges in its gentle sway.
When shadows gather, and joys seem to cloy, May my witness be joy, not easily destroyed. A laughter that echoes over valleys deep, A light in my eyes, forever to keep.
In every trial, every hardship, every ploy, May love, peace, and joy be my employ. A testament written in life’s tough soil, Seeds of grace in the hardest toil.
In gardens of hope where joy blooms wide, Amidst the colors of morning’s first light, Be the heart that sings in vibrant hue, Cradling dreams in the dawn's fresh dew.
When shadows stretch and trials weigh, When storms cloud over the clear of day, Stand firm, oh soul, with patience stay, Through night’s long watch till break of day.
And in the quiet, in whispered air, Lift your voice in faithful prayer, A constant stream, a sacred flare, A beacon bright in despair’s lair.
For in these verses, life is spun, In joy, in trial, the two become one, A tapestry rich, under heaven's sun, Woven by hands that never shun.
So live each verse, each line, each rhyme, In hope, in pain, in prayer’s chime, And find the beauty, time by time, In the divine's own perfect climb.
Rom 12:12 Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.
