If you’re not making mistakes each day, You might be standing still, I’d say. For those who try, who dare, who do, Will sometimes fall—but rise anew.
Mistakes are proof you’ve stepped outside, Beyond the fear, beyond your pride. They mark the path where growth begins, Where failure ends and learning wins.
So take the risk, embrace the fall, For doing nothing costs us all. But every stumble, every break, Is just another chance to wake.
If you’re not making mistakes, it’s true You’re missing life and all it grew!
Whatever the burden, the battle, the pain, Whatever you carry in sunshine or rain, Whatever the mountain too steep or too flat— Remember this truth: God is greater than that.
When doubt starts to whisper and hope feels so small, When fear builds a wall and your back’s to the wall, When questions are heavy and answers seem thin— God’s strength begins where ours wears thin.
For faith that’s untested may sparkle like gold, But it’s fire that proves what the hands truly hold. It’s storms that reveal if the roots have gone deep, If your soul clings to promises God longs to keep.
So lift up your eyes when the valley seems wide, You’re never alone with the Lord by your side. Whatever the problem—no matter how vast— God is still greater, He’s first and He’s last.
Trust in the testing, rejoice through the strain, He’s shaping your heart through the trial and the rain. And when you emerge with your faith shining bright— You’ll know it was forged by His love and His light.
My soul yearns for You in the hush of night, When stars bear witness to Heaven’s light. In quiet hours, when dreams take flight, My heart still seeks Your truth and might.
At dawn’s first glow, I rise and pray, For You, O Lord, at break of day. My spirit longs with holy ache, To walk the path Your footsteps make.
When justice flows upon the land, And nations tremble at Your hand, The hearts of men, both great and small, Are taught to rise, and kneel, and fall.
For in Your ways, the righteous grow, Like rivers cleansed by melting snow. And in Your judgments, pure and wise, We lift our eyes beyond the skies.
So in the night and morning too, My soul will ever thirst for You. Until the earth and all confess— The Lord is Light, and Righteousness.
For His Honor and Glory MarkWaldrop
Isa 26:9 With my soul have I desired thee in the night; yea, with my spirit within me will I seek thee early: for when thy judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world will learn righteousness.
What’s the most needed medicine for the soul? Not found in bottles, nor in man’s control. No earthly cure, no healing art, Can mend the wounds that break the heart.
But there is One, both true and bright, Who brings the soul from death to light. The Spirit of Jesus, pure and true, Will heal the soul and make it new.
No bandage binds, no potion heals Like love that lifts and grace that feels. He bore our pain, He took our place, And fills our hearts with saving grace.
So ask not what the world can give— Only in Him can the soul truly live. The Spirit of Christ is healing’s goal The only cure that makes us whole.
For His Honor and Glory MarkWaldrop
Psa 107:20 He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions.
VATICAN CITY, VATICAN – 2024/11/20: Pope Francis arrives in St. Peter’s Square for his traditional General Audience in Vatican City. (Photo by Stefano Costantino/SOPA Images/LightRocket via Getty Images)
Pope Francis gave his all, Mustering strength to heed God’s call. Through humble heart and shepherd’s grace, He bore Christ’s light in every place.
He walked with those the world cast low, And taught us how God’s mercy flows. With open arms and prayerful voice, He made the weary soul rejoice.
Serving to bring Peace and Love through every land, He urged the world to take a stand To lift the poor, to mend the wrong, To live with hearts both kind and strong.
Thank you, Pope Francis, for showing the way, For leading with hope, come what may. Your time on earth was deeply blessed, Now in the arms of Christ, you rest.
Rest in Eternal Peace—your race is run. Your crown awaits with the risen Son.
Man’s doctrine rises, bold and loud, With clever words to please the crowd. It shifts like sand, it fades like mist, A fleeting spark the world can’t resist.
But time will test what man has made, And every lie will soon decay. Philosophies and prideful schemes Will vanish like forgotten dreams.
For only One is tried and true— Eternal Word, both old and new. God’s holy law, His sovereign way, Will stand when all else fades away.
The winds may howl, the nations fall, Yet His commands outlast them all. Not one decree shall pass in vain— His truth forever will remain.
So build your life on what is sure, The doctrine holy, just, and pure. Let man’s opinions drift like clay— God’s divine doctrine is here to Stay.
For His Honor and Glory MarkWaldrop
Mat 24:35 Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall not pass away.
Let not the bitter twist your soul, Nor match their fire with burning coal. For hearts that hurt will often fight, But love can pierce the darkest night.
Speak peace where anger takes its stand, Extend a warm and open hand. A gentle word, a patient ear— Can soften wrath and calm the fear.
Where others curse, let blessing grow, Plant seeds of grace in hardened soil below. For even those whose hearts have strayed Can bloom again through love conveyed.
Goodwill’s not weak—it stands its ground, It lifts the lost, the low, the bound. It dares to care, to build, to heal— To meet ill-will with truth and zeal.
So be the bridge, the balm, the light— The soul who chooses what is right. For when goodwill begins to reign, Even hate can’t long remain.
I stand up for Jesus while I kneel and pray, My voice may be quiet, but I’ve something to say. With hands clasped in reverence, my heart takes its stand, For truth is not shaken by trembling hand.
I bow in His presence, yet rise in His might, For kneeling in prayer gives strength for the fight. No army or power can pull me away I stand up for Jesus while I kneel and pray.
The world may be roaring, the storms may be loud, But I walk with the Savior, not lost in the crowd. My courage is found not in shouts or display, But in still, sacred moments I spend in His way.
So when battle lines form and darkness draws near, I lift up my soul with reverent fear. Not by sword, but by grace I hold fast each day I stand up for Jesus while I kneel and pray.
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.
