In a quiet restaurant, a son brought his father, An elder man, weak, yet no burden to bother. With trembling hands, his meal he ate, Spilling crumbs that time would create.
The crowd around them whispered and stared, Faces twisted, but the son never cared. With patience and love, he bore no disdain, For he knew honor blooms where kindness remains.
He led his father to cleanse and refresh, Wiped food from his face, smoothed wrinkled dress. He combed gray hair with a gentle hand, Restored the dignity of this cherished man.
Returning to silence, the room stood still, The son paid calmly and cleared the bill. But as they turned, an elder arose, A stranger with wisdom the moment chose.
“Don’t you think you left something behind?” The son replied, “Nothing comes to mind.” With a smile, the stranger softly spoke, “A lesson, my friend, in every heart woke.
You’ve left a hope for fathers to see, And taught sons what honor truly can be.” The room, once loud, grew solemn and still, A truth resounding, a moment fulfilled.
For what greater tribute can a child impart, Than to care for the ones who first gave them heart? The elders who sacrificed, who paved the way, Deserve our respect every step of the day.
So cherish the hands that once held you tight, For in their care lies a beacon of light. A timeless bond, a love so true What they gave to us, we must return too.
To the dads who guide with steady hand, Who teach us how to love and stand Your strength, your grace, your quiet might Reflect the Father’s holy light.
And to the One who reigns above, Who fathers us with perfect love We lift our thanks, our hearts, our praise, For all You’ve given, all Your ways.
On earth or gone to Heaven’s shore, A father’s love lives evermore. So here’s to each, both near and far A gift from God, a guiding star.
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.
Upon a hill so dark and high, The Savior hung beneath the sky. No robe of gold, no royal thread— A crown of thorns upon His head.
The crowd grew still, the sky turned gray, As heaven watched love poured away. His hands were pierced, His side was torn, For every soul that would be born.
No angels came to lift Him down, No earthly throne, no victor’s crown— Yet in that stillness, mercy cried, And hope was born the day He died.
He bore our shame, He took our place, He looked with love into disgrace. Each drop of blood, each ragged breath, A path of life through gates of death.
And though we mourn this sacred loss, We do not weep without the cross. For Sunday dawns with glory bright— From death shall rise the Lord of Light.
So kneel today where shadows fall, And hear His voice—He died for all. The darkest day the world had known Became the day love overthrown… Was crowned the King upon His throne.
Upon the night so still, so deep, Before the world would wake or weep, He knelt, the King, with basin wide, And washed the feet of those beside.
No throne of gold, no crown to wear, But love poured out in servant care. The hands that shaped the stars above Now wiped the dust with holy love.
He broke the bread, He raised the cup, “This is My body—drink it up. Remember Me in all you do, My covenant, poured out for you.”
The shadows crept, the hour grew late, The Lamb would bear the sinner’s fate. Yet in that room so dimly lit, Divine compassion brightly lit.
“A new command,” He gently said, “Love one another in My stead. Not just in word, but in the way You serve, you give, you kneel, you pray.”
And so this night, with hearts made pure, We walk the path where Christ was sure. From towel to table, cross to grave, We bless the One who came to save.
For His Honor and Glory MarkWaldrop
Jhn 13:12 When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. "Do you understand what I have done for you?" he asked them. Jhn 13:13 "You call me 'Teacher' and 'Lord,' and rightly so, for that is what I am. Jhn 13:14 Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another's feet. Jhn 13:15 I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. Jhn 13:16 Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. Jhn 13:17 Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.
