The Missionary

A missionary isn’t made
by plane tickets or distant lands,
nor by passports stamped with places
where foreign dust has touched their hands.

A missionary is born
the moment the cross comes into view
when the love of Christ becomes
more than a story…
but a calling
deep and true.

It’s not about traveling far,
but about being willing to go
whether across oceans
or across the street,
to the hurting hearts we know.

For the greatest journey begins
not with miles,
but with mercy
and a heart that says,
“Here am I, Lord…
send me.”

A missionary is not someone
who simply crosses the sea
but someone forever changed
by the One
who hung
upon the tree. 

Isa 6:8  Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me. 

For God’s Honor and Glory

Mark Waldrop

  When the Page Spoke

I was reading my Bible
just another quiet day,
turning thin and holy pages
in a simple, steady way.

But then a verse caught hold of me,
soft as breath, yet strong as flame,
and something deep within my heart
would never read the same.

It wasn’t thunder, wasn’t lightning,
no trembling earth beneath my feet
just truth written long ago
whispering, “Stop. Listen. Seek.”

The words were simple, but they pierced
right through excuses I’d made,
right through fear, right through pride,
right into the space where prayers are prayed.

And suddenly the world felt clearer
gentler, slower, realigned.
I saw grace where I saw failure,
saw His mercy redefine.

I closed the Book, but not the lesson
His voice lingered in my soul,
reminding me that one verse, one moment
can shift everything
and make a broken heart feel whole.

So now I turn the pages differently
not rushing, but ready to see
the next quiet miracle waiting
where God’s Word
meets
me. 

Psa 119:105  Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. 

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop

The Voyage of Life

This Voyage of Life has storms and gales,
yet God guides my ship and never fails.
He charts the course through darkest night,
and keeps my bow toward morning light.

My anchor is faith, my compass His Word,
His Spirit the whisper of hope that’s heard.
His breath is the wind that fills up my sails,
and His strength alone stills violent gales.

When storm clouds break and waters calm,
I rest in His harbor, safe and warm.
There He restores what trials have worn,
and repairs my vessel where it’s torn.

With patched-up timbers and sails brand new,
I stand prepared for what He’ll ask me to do.
For every voyage has purpose and call
to trust His hand and surrender all.

So onward I sail with courage today
His love my map, His truth my way.
For with Christ as Captain in peace or strife,
I will weather the seas of this beautiful life.

God is My Captain

MarkWaldrop

       Passing The Word

Grandpa passing the Word. 
Nothing better I must say. 
Something that will outlast the day

Grandpa full of wisdom
Grandson soaking it in

Something to be remembered
Through eternity my friend
The grandson will pass it on
The Word will never end. 

Psa 145:4  One generation shall praise thy works to another, and shall declare thy mighty acts. 

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop

YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
by Mark C. Waldrop

A little girl sat quietly
Beside her fading friend
A tiny heartbeat slowing now,
A journey near its end.

She stroked his fur so softly,
As tears began to fall…
For he had been her sunshine
Since she was very small.

She whispered words of comfort,
Her voice a trembling song
The same one he had heard from her
When days were bright and long.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…”
She sang with tender care,
Her tears became a lullaby
A love beyond compare.

He lifted up his weary eyes,
To look at her once more
A silent thank-you in his gaze
For all the years before.

The room grew still and quiet,
The moment soft and slow…
She held him as the light went out
She couldn’t let him go.

But love does not leave empty,
Love does not fade or stray
For sunshine never truly dies,
It simply finds its way.

And somewhere past the rainbow,
Where gentle spirits roam
A little cat is resting now
In fields that feel like home.

And every time she sings that song,
So soft it melts the air
He comes back as her sunshine
To warm her everywhere.

Love Never Dies
MarkWaldrop

     “Life Has Balance”

Life has balance — it just doesn’t happen.
It’s carved by choices, tested by time.
It’s built through the weight of lessons learned,
And steadied by faith’s design.

Peace isn’t found in doing nothing,
But in knowing when to stay or move.
For every storm that shakes your footing,
Grace restores what strength can’t prove.

So hold to truth when days grow heavy,
Let love be the center of your span.
Life has balance — not by chance,
But by the guiding hand of God’s plan.

Ecc 3:1  To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

       When God Calls

When God calls, we don’t always know the way.
One thing is for sure: we cannot stay.
For faith means stepping where sight may fail,
And trusting His wind to fill our sail.

The path may twist through shadowed lands,
Yet every turn is shaped by His hands.
So lift your heart, though the road seems long
Each step you take becomes a song.

For when He calls, it’s love that leads,
Through barren fields that bloom with seeds.
And though the journey may test and bend,
With God, each calling finds its end.

Heb 11:8  By faith Abraham, when he was called to go out into a place which he should after receive for an inheritance, obeyed; and he went out, not knowing whither he went. 

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop KE4WA

Penned for
Pastor Rex Green KE0VCR