Our Father in Heaven

Happy Father's Day to our Father in Heaven,
Your love and grace, to us, are given.
There's only one gift I can humbly bring:
My trust and my love, from deep within.

In Your embrace, I find my peace,
From worries and burdens, You grant release.
With every prayer and every thought,
Your endless love is all I've sought.

Guiding me gently through each day,
Your light illuminates my way.
On this special day, I lift my voice,
In Your boundless love, I rejoice.

Happy Father's Day, my Lord above,
Receive my trust and all my love.

Created by
MarkWaldrop

Happy Fathers Day to our earthly Fathers in Heaven

To all our Fathers who are in Heaven
Thank you for all the Love you have given

The many times you picked me up when I fell down
In my eyes, you always wore a crown

My heart aches with memories of Love
I have tears of Joy when your smile I think of

Thank you for never giving up on me
For the Loving-kindness you showed me

No matter the memory of others and their dad
They would not be here if it weren't in God's Plan

A Wonderful day to remember your forgiving Love
My heart can't wait to join you in Heaven above 

June 17, 2023
MarkWaldrop

To My Father

I have not heard your voice in years,
Yet your presence lingers near,
In silent whispers, soft and clear,
My heart converses every day.

Though distance keeps your words away,
In dreams and thoughts, you often stay,
A gentle presence, here to stay,
In my heart, you softly lay.

Memories weave their tender threads,
In the quiet moments, unsaid,
Your spirit speaks, though time has fled,
In my heart, you're never far away.

Each day unfolds with silent grace,
Your essence fills the empty space,
In my heart, you find your place,
Our silent conversations stay.

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MarkWaldrop

Fathers Day

                                              Me and Santa Dad
Father's Day brings back many memories for me
Sitting on his knee singing Tiny Turned Up Nose to me

He played Santa at Christmas I was too young to understand
I thought there was something familiar 
about the touch of His hand

As I look back at the pictures now 
I can't believe I didn't recognize Him somehow

Some Dads are tender some Dads are tough
All Dads smell good to their kids because their hot stuff

Whether your Dad is living or in Heaven
There aren't enough words to describe what they have given

June 14, 2023
MarkWaldrop

The Dog Days of Summer

Summer is here, and it's the perfect time
To bask in the sun with a friend so sublime.
With wagging tails and joyful cheer,
The Dog Days of Summer are finally here.

We chase the rays and run through the fields,
Enjoying the warmth that the season yields.
Splashing in water, tongues hanging out,
These moments of bliss, we can't live without.

From dawn till dusk, we play and explore,
Finding new adventures at every door.
With every bark and every bound,
In these Dog Days, pure joy is found.

So let's embrace the sunny days,
With our furry friends in endless ways.
For the Dog Days of Summer are here to stay,
Bringing happiness to every day.

June 6, 2024
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MarkWaldrop

A Lesson in Love

There was a young man who returned from war,
Called home to his mother, his voice raw and sore.
"I'm back in the States, Mom, I'm finally here."
Her heart leapt with joy, her eyes filled with cheer.

"I'm preparing a feast, all your favorites, dear."
He said, "Mom, I'd like to bring a friend near."
"Of course, son," she said, "That's wonderful news."
But he had more to share, his tone somber, subdued.

"My friend lost his eye in the midst of the fight."
"That's no problem, son," she answered, polite.
"There's another thing, Mom, he lost his right leg."
"That's a bit harder, but we'll make it," she said.

"One more thing, Mom, his right arm's gone too."
She paused, then replied, "We'll manage for you."
"But, Mom," he continued, "I promised he'd stay."
Her voice grew uncertain, "Son, not in that way."

"We can't handle that, it's too much to bear,
The costs and the strain, it wouldn't be fair."
He replied softly, "I'll tell him, it's fine."
The next day, the news left her heart in a bind.

Her son took his life, the burden too great,
The friend he spoke of was his own broken state.
He sought understanding, a place to belong,
But faced with rejection, he couldn't stay strong.

Now she lives with the guilt, the echoing pain,
Wishing she'd seen past his words to his strain.
A lesson in love, in acceptance so true,
For every soldier, and the battles they go through.

May 27, 2024
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MarkWaldrop

The Cost of Freedom

Freedom is never free,
A truth through history we see.
Each generation, brave and bold,
Must fight anew for rights of old.

In fields and streets, on land and sea,
Men and women strive to keep us free.
With courage, they stand against the night,
For liberty, they wage the fight.

Sacrifices made, the price they pay,
To guard the freedoms we hold today.
For every inch of ground reclaimed,
For every victory proudly named.

We honor those who faced the foe,
In their footsteps, we too must go.
For freedom’s flame, they lit the way,
A torch we carry, come what may.

Let us remember, never forget,
The debt we owe, the vows we've met.
For freedom's song, a legacy,
Each generation's guarantee.

May 27, 2024
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MarkWaldrop

A Hero’s Legacy

Good morning, echoes through the dawn's first light,
A tale of valor, sorrow, and might.
In nineteen-oh-seven, a boy was born,
To a widow whose heart was torn.

His father, taken by a brother’s hand,
Left a young widow in a desolate land.
He grew up fast, a child no more,
Dropped out in fifth grade to work, to toil, and bore.

Four brothers looked up to his guiding hand,
In the logging woods, he made his stand.
Married young, and children came,
Seven in total, three angels to name.

In forty-four, when the world was ablaze,
A month-old baby, he’d have to leave in a haze.
From Harlan County to Normandy’s shore,
This Kentucky boy faced the horrors of war.

Men fell like rain on that blood-soaked beach,
One young soldier’s sanity just out of reach.
“No need for a gun,” he cried out loud,
As chaos raged and death's shadow shrouded.

Liberation brought tears to his weary eyes,
Death camps unveiled humanity’s demise.
In a foxhole, with a testament lost,
He crawled through the night, in the cold and frost.

Hands bleeding, searching for hope,
Found a Bible, bloodied, a way to cope.
Twice wounded, he persevered,
Shook Patton’s hand, a memory revered.

Post-war missions with Lt. Schaefer’s call,
Hunting war criminals, he gave his all.
Came home broken, inside and out,
Shell shock, treatments, a mind full of doubt.

Twenty-five years, he battled unseen foes,
A hero in shadows, the pain only grows.
No bridges or highways bear his name,
But his sacrifice remains, forever aflame.

A military family, devoted and true,
To God and country, their hearts they imbue.
When flags are trampled, in anger and pain,
Remembering the fallen, tears fall like rain.

As taps play softly, a tribute to the brave,
For your dad, your husband, the memories you save.
In their honor, with pride, you stand tall,
Heroes remembered, one and all.

Created by
MarkWaldrop

Taken from a story on Facebook “Journey of a Mountain Woman”

Santee State Park

In South Carolina, where spring breathes anew,
Nature awakens with a vibrant view.
The mountains call with their timeless grace,
Inviting the soul to a higher place.

Beaches whisper with waves serene,
Golden sands where thoughts convene.
Boats dance upon the river's flow,
Carrying dreams where the soft winds blow.

Lakes offer solace, a peaceful retreat,
Fishing lines cast, the moment complete.
Every park a story to tell,
Where earth and heart gently swell.

Plan your escape, let spirits embark,
On a journey through South Carolina's park.
In the cradle of spring, find your delight,
Where every path brings joy to light.

SouthCarolinaParks.com

May 8, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

Thank the Lord

Beneath the vast and boundless sky, We tread with hearts both low and high, Unknown the count of sands that drift, Through Time’s unyielding, ceaseless sift.

We raise our eyes with humble grace, To thank the Lord for His embrace—For mercy poured on earthly stage, In blessings penned on life’s wide page.

Each dawn awakes with softest light, Each star that guards the velvet night, Speaks of a love so vast and deep, A shepherd strong, His flock to keep.

So let us walk with quiet might, Through shadowed vale, in sun’s bright light, And hold each precious day we see, As gifts from One who set us free.

In gratitude, our hearts do swell, For stories only time can tell, A tapestry of woven hues, A life embraced, with days we choose.

Thus, hand in hand with faith, we climb, With hope engraved for endless time, Each moment laced with sacred view, Our thanks we give, forever true.

April 11, 2024
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MarkWaldrop