In a paper sack, divine worth unfolds,
Three dollars sought, the mystic threshold.
Not to explode the soul, disrupt the sleep,
But warmth of milk, or in sunlight, a peep.
No transformation craved, just ecstasy's kiss,
A pound of Eternal, in humble bliss.
No love for the different, no migrant's toil,
Just God's warmth, in the womb, without turmoil.
Three dollars worth of the sacred embrace,
In a simple request, a yearning grace.
January 2, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Taken from
“Three Dollars Worth of God”
Wilbur Reesy
We need a touch. The touch we get, the touch we give
Without a loving touch, we cannot live
Babies need a touch of their mother when they are born
A widow needs a touch from those who care when she is forlorn
The Greatest Touch of all
Seems so very small
The Devinne touch from God when we so need Him
Will deliver us from ourselves into a Heavenly realm
December 31, 2023
MarkWaldrop
Fill my cup so that I might ask others to sup
I empty my cup that you might fill
It up
You fill my cup over and over again
That I might continually share with friends
December 31, 2023
MarkWaldrop
I have been religious most of my life
All the right things with much strife
Then, one day, seeking something I did not have
The Love of God came in like an anointing salve
Less strife and happiness today
I can't explain the feeling away
My religious actions with God's Love
Brings into view His Will from above
December 30, 2023
MarkWaldrop
In pastures green, where ewes give birth,
A tale unfolds of rejected worth.
Bummer lambs, heads bowed so low,
Rejected by mothers, left to woe.
The shepherd, kind, with gentle hand,
Lifts the lamb from the lonely land.
Wraps it warm, holds it tight,
Against the heart, in the silent night.
Hand-feeding love to the broken soul,
Making the wounded spirit whole.
In the shepherd's care, it finds its way,
Back to the flock, where others stray.
Rejected, yet loved, the bummer lamb,
Knows the shepherd's voice, like a sacred psalm.
Jesus, the Shepherd, so good and true,
Cares for us all, me and you.
In moments broken, rejected, and low,
He holds us close, lets His love flow.
No lamb forgotten, no soul left behind,
In His love and care, solace we find.
Bummer lambs, we may be,
But deeply loved for eternity.
By the Shepherd, gentle and kind,
In His embrace, true solace we find.
December 30, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop
When I take flight my destination, the Eastern gate
My departure time is unknown
Only to my Master is it known
I've been planning my trip, looking at every detail
I'm so excited to go where love and joy prevail
Purchasing my ticket from the One who frees us
Through the Ticket Master God’s Son Jesus
A smooth ride it will be when His Angels come for me
On the final, I will see the light of the Eastern Gate
There, no one can imagine His Glory
That awaits
I will keep tolling on till my life is complete
Then, boarding the flight for my God to meet
December 28, 2023
MarkWaldrop
Are my prayers being answered today
Please reveal that I might see each day
Unanswered prayer is not bad, I must say
Not knowing what to ask for when I
Pray
Asking for your will to be done in my life
Brings clarity and freedom with no strife
Thank You God for showing me
The way you would have me be
December 26, 2023
MarkWaldrop
Brush strokes on the canvas of life
Will it bring me happiness or strife
The bright colors of happiness
The dark colors of sadness
The Master's touch produces a painting of Gladness
The dark colors highlight the bright
creating a painting of great delight
The final stroke will be made that day
When my soul takes flight to fly far away
December 25, 2023
MarkWaldrop
In the morning light, a wish unfolds,
May your day be adorned with moments untold.
Smiles like petals, in your path they lay,
A lovely, beautiful day, enjoy every ray.
December 21, 2023
MarkWaldrop
I am the captain of a ship named Soul
I Sailed my ship aimselly to and fro
With no charting of where to sail
I found myself in a stormy gail
The sales became tattered and torn
The crew became tired and forlorn
Running aground on the sharp rocks
Surely no more time left on our clocks
I prayed to the Great I AM I am in Your Hands
A voice look to the East, and you shall see
I AM on that Great Galleon to save thee
Never again becoming the Captain of My Broken Soul
Sundering the sailing to, The I AM who rescued My Soul
December 22, 2023
MarkWaldrop
