The blessings do not come with what God has blessed us with, They unfold when we use His gifts, in every precious breath. In the talents bestowed, in the love that we share, In the hands that serve, in the hearts that care.
For blessings are seeds, sown in fertile ground, They blossom and grow when our purpose is found. Not in the having, but in the giving we see, The true gifts of God, in you and in me.
When we take what we’re given, and with joy we employ, To lift up the fallen, to spread hope and joy. In each act of kindness, in each selfless deed, The blessings are multiplied, fulfilling the need.
In using our talents, in sharing our light, We reflect His love, so pure and bright. The blessings we hold are meant to be shared, In the tapestry of life, they’re intricately paired.
So let’s cherish the gifts, not hoard them away, But use them with wisdom, in work and in play. For the blessings come alive, in their fullest form, When we use what God’s given, through each passing storm.
In the service of others, in the love that we give, In the faith that we show, in the life that we live. The blessings do not come with what we possess, But in the giving and sharing, our lives are truly blessed.
Pray for the friend who comes to you at midnight, With burdens heavy, seeking solace in the night. Lift their troubles to the Lord above, In whispers of mercy, in acts of love. Pray for the saints, steadfast and true, Their faith a beacon, in all they do. Lift their hearts in prayer, with earnest plea, For strength and grace, for victory.
Pray for all men, near and far, For every soul, beneath the star. In humility, your voice be heard, In prayers of hope, in spoken word.
Pray with the knowledge, deep and profound, That in Christ alone, your worth is found. Not by deeds or efforts shown, But through His love, His grace alone.
“Oh, Lord, I've done my best,” is not the plea, But, “In Christ’s perfection, Lord, I come to Thee.” For in His righteousness, we find our place, In His sacrifice, we rest in grace.
So pray with a heart humble and contrite, In the stillness of day, in the quiet of night. For in prayer, our spirits align, With the divine love, eternally shine.
June 21, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
1Pe 2:9 But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light
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.
Do you not know, beloved, the truth so clear, Your body is a temple, sacred, dear. Within you dwells the Spirit, pure and bright, A gift from God, a beacon in the night.
You are not your own, this life bestowed, Purchased with a price, a love that's owed. The sacrifice, His blood, a crimson thread, In every breath, His grace and mercy spread.
So honor Him with every step you take, In deeds of love, for righteousness' sake. Let purity and reverence be your song, For in His temple, you forever belong.
Glorify God in body and in soul, In every act, let holiness be your goal. For you are cherished, precious in His sight, A living temple, shining with His light.
1Co 6:19 Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, 1Co 6:20 for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.
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.
Think of Rio de Janeiro, a city of grace, A vision that comes to mind, a holy embrace. Perched on Corcovado, high and grand, Cristo Redentor with outstretched hand.
A granite sentinel, 2,300 feet high, Looms above samba's rhythm and sky. Christ the Redeemer, arms wide and kind, Welcomes all, with a heart aligned.
"The first sight from airports, his open arms, A brotherly presence, shielding from harms," Says designer Gilson, with pride and cheer, A symbol of love, ever so near.
When journeys end and flights alight, No need to seek, in day or night. For he finds us, with a gentle glow, Guiding us home, in Rio’s flow.
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
In childhood's dawn, a tale unfolds, Of tender hearts and stories told, A mother’s choice, a grandmother’s care, In a world that seemed so unfair.
At five, four, and one, we were left behind, By a mother who turned from love’s kind, Our grandmother, at seventy-three, Embraced us with a heart so free.
The judge inquired, could she provide? With courage strong, she did decide, To raise us well, with love so grand, In city streets or country land.
But sorrow struck, a painful theft, Our savings gone, our hearts bereft, Mother took what wasn’t hers, Leaving wounds that time deters.
Yet through the pain, a light did shine, Our grandmother’s love, pure and divine, She moved us far, to greener fields, Where broken hearts had time to heal.
Football games and concerts played, Piano notes in sweet parade, Weddings, births, life’s milestones passed, Mother missed them, chose her path.
But grandmother, with strength and grace, Filled our lives with love’s embrace, She saw us grow, and guided true, Her wisdom old, yet ever new.
She lived to ninety-seven years, Her loss brought forth our deepest tears, Engraved in stone, our hearts declare, “Forever in our hearts” is there.
In memories, her teachings stay, Her love remains, come what may, Our angel now in heaven’s light, Guiding us through darkest night.
For in her arms, we found our way, Through childhood’s night to bright today, Her legacy, a love so vast, A beacon from our cherished past.
Let your faith be bigger than your fear, A beacon bright, both strong and clear. In times of darkness, when shadows loom, Let faith's light dispel the gloom.
When doubt and worry cloud your mind, In faith, a guiding star you'll find. A trust so deep, a hope so strong, It carries you through trials long.
Let your heart hold steady, firm and true, In faith, there's nothing you can't do. For fear may whisper in the night, But faith will always shine its light.
With every step, let courage rise, Faith lifts your spirit to the skies. In storms of life, stand bold and near, Let your faith be bigger than your fear.
June 8, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Let your faith be bigger than your fear Billy Graham
