The streets were lined with waving palms, Hosannas rose in joyful psalms. The King rode in on borrowed steed, To fill the world’s most urgent need.
On Monday’s path, He cleansed the place, Where hearts had strayed from holy grace. With righteous fire, He cast out wrong His truth like thunder, clear and strong.
By Tuesday’s sun, He taught once more, Of Heaven’s gate and mercy’s door. The crowds grew still, the shadows near, Yet still He spoke, though death drew near.
On Wednesday, silence cloaked the land, Betrayal stirred in greed’s dark hand. A kiss was planned, a coin was paid, The Son of Man by friend betrayed.
Then Thursday came, the upper room, A basin, bread, and coming gloom. He broke the loaf, He blessed the cup, And knelt to wash—then lifted up.
In midnight’s hush, in garden deep, While others fled or fell to sleep, He bore the weight, the crushing dread “Thy will, not mine,” is what He said.
Friday’s sky turned black with grief, The Lamb was slain, the thief found belief. The veil was torn, the earth did shake The curse of sin began to break.
On Saturday, the world stood still, The tomb was sealed upon the hill. Hope seemed lost, all dreams undone Yet silence waited for the Son.
Then Sunday’s dawn lit up the skies, The stone rolled back, the dead did rise! No grave could hold, no seal contain The Risen Lord who broke all chains.
So every step of Holy Week Speaks to the soul of love we seek. From palms to cross, from death to rise Redemption’s gift before our eyes.
For His Honor and Glory MarkWaldrop
Mat 21:9 And the multitudes that went before, and that followed, cried, saying, Hosanna to the Son of David: Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord; Hosanna in the highest.
The sun rose soft on Vatican stone, Where faithful gathered, hearts full-blown. Palm branches waved through morning light, A sacred sign, a hopeful sight.
Then came a hush—a breath held tight, As robes appeared in gleaming white. A figure known, with steps still slow, But eyes alight with Heaven’s glow.
Pope Francis came through trial and flame, From breathless dark, he rose again. With double storm within his chest, He leaned on God, found strength and rest.
No screen today, no distant call But soul standing tall before them all. A shepherd brave, a soul restored, He blessed the crowd and praised the Lord.
A Palm Sunday no one foresaw A glimpse of grace, a breath of awe. For in his smile, the faithful see God’s mercy meet with victory.
It’s April Fools’ Day—don’t be led astray, Believe nothing you hear, in no kind of way. Trust no fisherman, with tales long and bold, Their stories grow taller each time they’re told.
Today is a jest, but so is the year, Deception and laughter walk hand in hand here. Just like any other day, truth wears a disguise, With a wink in its eye and mischief that flies.
So laugh at the lies, and cherish the jest, For sometimes the fibs are simply the best. But if someone says they caught “one this big,”— Just smile and nod… and call out their gig.
The Man in the middle made a difference that day
When I turned my head hearing Him say
Forgive them, Father; they know not what they do
You gave them your Love, and they crucified you
I turned my head. He heard me say
Father, forgive me today
Hearing Him reply My son; you will be with Me in Paradise as you pray
Luk 23:34 Jesus said, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing."
Luk 23:42 Then he said, "Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom."
Luk 23:43 Jesus answered him, "Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise."
April 1, 2023
MarkWaldrop
A brand-new year, a hopeful start, Let’s embrace it with a joyful heart. Leave behind the weight of doubt and fear, For brighter days are drawing near.
With a positive mind and spirits high, We’ll spread our wings and touch the sky. Each challenge we face, a chance to grow, Through trials, our strength will always show.
Let gratitude guide each step we take, And kindness bloom in the choices we make. Together we rise, as dreams come alive, Hand in hand, let us thrive in ’25.
For every sunrise brings a chance anew, To build, to create, to follow through. With courage and love as our steadfast guide, There’s no mountain too steep, no ocean too wide.
So onward we march, with hearts so true, In ‘25, there’s nothing we can’t do. Let’s lift each other, and together we’ll strive, To make this the year we truly thrive!
To live for the moment, to cherish the now, To savor each heartbeat, to make this my vow. The past is a story, its chapters complete, Its lessons are learned, its echoes retreat.
The future looms vast, with worries untold, A tapestry woven in threads of pure gold. But why should I fret for a time yet to be, When the present is waiting, as boundless as sea?
I’ll laugh with the sunrise, I’ll dance in the rain, Find joy in the simple, find peace in the plain. For life is a gift, too fleeting to waste, Each moment a treasure, too precious to haste.
So here’s my resolve, as the old year departs, To live for the moment—with all of my heart.
