It’s the most wonderful time of the year, When joy fills the air and loved ones draw near. The world seems to sparkle, both far and wide, With twinkling lights and hearts open wide.
The laughter of children, the songs that we sing, The warmth of the fire, the hope that it brings. Snow softly falling, a blanket of white, Transforming the earth in a magical light.
Families gather, their hearts intertwined, Sharing sweet moments that memories bind. Kindness and giving, a season of cheer, It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
Carols resound in the crisp winter air, Reminding us all of a love so rare. A child in a manger, a star shining bright, The promise of peace on that holy night.
So cherish these days, let love take its place, In every warm hug, in every kind face. For this is the season to hold what is dear, The most wonderful time of the year.
The Holy Spirit of Christmas came to us long ago, When in a humble manger, divine love began to glow. A baby born in Bethlehem, a gift from Heaven above, Sent by our gracious Father, a token of His love.
For those who seek and welcome Him within, The Holy Spirit of Christmas breaks the chain of sin. It lives within us daily, a light that never fades, Guiding, comforting, and strengthening in life’s trials and charades.
Oh, the Spirit of Christmas, pure and bright, Fills our hearts with hope, joy, and light. It whispers peace in the quiet of night, And shines through faith with heavenly might.
So let us honor the miracle of that sacred morn, When the Savior of the world to us was born. Through every season, let His Spirit remain, Living in our hearts, again and again.
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
It brings back Memories of yesteryear
The wonderful times when I was a kid
Mom and Dad kept me very near
Pressing my nose to the window pane, searching for a glimpse of the Red light
Seeing what I thought was the Star of Bethlehem Shining so Bright
I knew Santa’s first stop was Bethlehem
To bring gifts to the Great, I Am
The Love Santa has in His Heart for all the children in the world
Comes from his Maker above with His Love unfurled
Keep the Love of God and the Spirit of Santa close to you today
We bow our heads and thank Him for the Love He sent our way.
December 6, 2022
Mark Waldrop
It’s Sunday, the air is calm and still, The week of Thanksgiving, a time to feel. No complaints on my lips, no requests to impart, Just gratitude flowing straight from my heart.
Thank You, Lord, for the gift of this day, For breath in my lungs, for moments to pray. For the rising sun and the life You bestow, For Your grace that sustains and helps me grow.
No matter the trials, the highs or the lows, Your love is the anchor my spirit knows. So today, I pause, with no need to strive, Just thankful, O God, to simply be alive.
Painting by Spike O’Dell W4WGN Brentwood Tennessee
The fourth of July is my Favorite time of year
It draws us closer to our family so dear
Picnics Barbecues and all the fun things
With these traditions great joy, it brings
Fireworks Hamburgers Hotdogs and Apple Pie
All these are great Treasures in our eye
Our Country was founded on Faith in our GOD
Giving us great wisdom by which we are awed
Let us remember the Sacrifices of so many
So that we might have Freedom with Peace and Plenty
July 3, 2021
MarkWaldrop
On June 19th, we stand and cheer, For freedom’s dawn, a day so dear, Juneteenth, we mark with joyous heart, A chapter new, a vital part.
In Galveston, the message came, Union soldiers, freedom’s flame, In 1865, they brought the word, And freedom’s song was finally heard.
The chains were broken, spirits free, A promise kept, for you and me, The end of war, the start of light, A path from darkness to the right.
We honor those who walked this land, With dreams of freedom in their hand, Their courage, strength, and pain endured, In Juneteenth’s name, their hope assured.
A celebration, rich and bright, Of history’s turn towards the light, For all who fought, for all who yearned, In freedom’s name, the tide has turned.
So every June, on day nineteen, We gather ‘neath the flag’s bright sheen, To celebrate, remember well, The story that our hearts now tell.
