🍂 A Thanksgiving Prayer 🍂 Inspired by Psalm 100:4–5
Enter His gates with thanksgiving, Come boldly with praise in your heart— For every breath is a blessing, And every sunrise a brand-new start.
Give thanks to the One who formed us, Who knows each tear we cry; Whose mercy flows like a river, Whose love no sin can deny.
For the Lord is good and gracious, His kindness never ends— He lifts the brokenhearted And calls strangers His friends.
His steadfast love endures forever, Through seasons of joy and pain; From the first cry of creation To the last whisper of our name.
And His faithfulness stands unshaken, From fathers to daughters and sons— A covenant written in heaven, A promise that never comes undone.
So today, with hearts overflowing, We pause from the rush and the noise— To remember the Giver of blessings, Not merely the gifts we enjoy.
Lord, receive our praise and thanksgiving— Not just from our lips, but our lives; May our worship be more than a moment, May it echo through all of our days.
Amen. 🧡🕊️
Psa 100:4 Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name! Psa 100:5 For the LORD is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness to all generations.
In the grace of dawn, a prayer unfurls,
For Christians, gratitude in everyday swirls.
Each sunrise whispers, a hymn to say,
In their hearts, it's Thanksgiving Day.
Blessings counted like grains of sand,
Faith woven strong, a divine strand.
Every moment, a gift to hold,
A symphony of thanks, beautifully bold.
Through trials and triumphs, they find,
Reasons to praise, in heart and mind.
For in their journey, a sacred art,
Grateful souls, from the very start.
Not just a season, but a lifelong song,
In every echo, thanksgiving strong.
For Christian hearts, a constant ray,
Every day, their Thanksgiving Day.
November 19, 2023
MarkWaldrop
I love watching kids on Halloween, Their laughter bright, their eyes that gleam. Joy in the heart can’t be evil or mean, It’s the magic of wonder in orange and green.
Ghosts and goblins, witches on brooms, Pumpkin lights glowing in neighborhood rooms. But beneath all the masks and playful fright, Lives pure delight on this candy-filled night.
For innocence dances from door to door, In giggles and footsteps across the floor. And though shadows whisper, and night may seem wild, The sweetest light shines in the heart of a child. 👻🍬🕯️
The seasons change, yet God’s Love stays, Unmoved by time, through nights and days. Spring brings life with blossoms new, His mercy fresh as morning dew.
Summer shines with warmth and light, His presence near, His grace so bright. Autumn falls with golden hue, Still His promises remain true.
Winter’s chill may veil the skies, But His steadfast Love forever abides. Though seasons turn and years unfold, God’s Love endures, unchanging, bold.
Hebrews 13:8 (KJV) “Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and forever.”
Labor Day is a wonderful time of year
A Great time for a picnic and your favorite cheer.
A time to Honor those who labor every day
A time to stop and rest and take a little time to pray
Kids and adults love the festive day
It's the last Holiday of summer to vacation and play
Grilling out hot dogs, hamburgers, and all the good things
After all the festivities, a good nap it brings
When Tuesday rolls around, another Labor Day we have found
Waiting another year, working ourselves in the ground
August 4, 2022
MarkWaldrop
Sprinkles fly and glazes gleam, Like sugary clouds in a breakfast dream. From jelly-filled to old-fashioned rings, Today we praise these frosted things!
One bite in, the world feels right— Powdered joy and chocolate light. So grab a dozen, share the cheer, For Donut Day is finally here!
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.
