Invisible threads traverse the sky, Radio waves that whisper, shout, and sigh, From earthbound stations, voices rise, Reaching far beyond our eyes.
Through the ether, swift they soar, Bouncing off the ionosphere, exploring more, No barrier holds their eager quest, In endless space, they find their rest.
Just like our prayers, both loud and meek, In moments of despair or peace we seek, They travel realms unseen, unheard, To touch the heart with every word.
In silence or in fervent plea, Our voices find divinity, Beyond the clouds, beyond the stars, In faith, they break through cosmic bars.
Both wave and prayer, unseen yet strong, In their journey, they belong, A bridge between the here and there, Connecting hearts through space and prayer.
So when you send your message high, In radio waves or prayerful sigh, Know that both are heard, embraced, In realms beyond our earthly pace.
Created by MarkWaldrop KE4WA Bible Fellowship Net bfn2.com
In the chill of the evening, the twilight sighs, My bones whisper tales of decline. This timeworn cabin, under vast, darkened skies, Feels the embrace of the cold wind's whine.
Another log on the fire, its life to expire, Smoke dances into the night so sheer. The last of the wood, laid with solemn desire, A path forward, at last, seems clear.
Dawn will break with the mountain aglow, Snow-capped and silent, a pure, white crown. Here my body shall rest, in the earth below, While my spirit ascends, where no sorrows are known.
No longer to shiver, nor feel the old's icy hold, My new abode shines, a vision so bold. Not of timber or stone, but of light, pure and gold, In the warmth of the heavens, forever enrolled.
Lord, in this trial where I reside, Amidst the thorns of this trying tide, I lift my voice, frail though it be, To ask You use my pain for Thee.
Let not my suffering go in vain, Harness my hurt, my loss, my strain. May every pang and every tear, Serve Your glory, draw others near.
And though I plead for healing’s grace, For the day this pain You will erase, I trust Your plan, mysterious and wise, That through my trials, Your love will rise.
So mold my spirit, refine my heart, Though through this illness, we seem apart, May it be Your light that others see, As this pain carves a better me.
Alone and lonely, two paths distinct, One in quiet peace, the other, hearts sink. Alone without loneliness, in solitude's grace, Lonely in the crowd, lost in empty space.
Loneliness, a mind's harsh plight, A soul's quiet battle, a never-ending night. A sense of deep isolation, a painful tide, In the bustling silence, alone inside.
No sadder thought the mind can bear, Than solitary echoes in the empty air. No friend to call, no hand to hold, In the cold vastness, alone and bold.
But in this void, a light shines true, Jesus Christ, in hearts He renews. More than a brother, closer than a friend, His love unfailing, steadfast to the end.
In every moment, His presence near, Through every sorrow, beyond each fear. He fills the void, He mends the breach, With Him, no soul is out of reach.
Through life, through death, to eternity's side, In Jesus's love, we ever abide. No longer alone, His Spirit our guide, In His eternal friendship, we confidently stride.
From depths so deep, in shadows cast, I lived with ghosts of a troubled past. Chains that clinked with every stride, The devil's cuffs, where fear did hide.
Trapped so low, in the darkest well, No light to see, no hope to tell. Lost I was, where no eyes could see, A soul in the pit, yearning to be free.
I raised my gaze, through tears, through pain, Prayed for mercy, for strength to gain. "Is there a God?" my heart did plead, "Show me your love, in this my need."
Then clouds did part, the sun's warm glow Bathed my face, in its gentle show. Upon my knees, earth met my plea, "Oh God, I see you, now I believe."
With Jesus now, who walks my side, In His steps, I now abide. His voice, a balm, that sets me free, Through His deliverance, I'm truly free.
May 9, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop Penned for my friend JIM Hollis KB4IUD
Along the dusty road they rode, through silence wide and deep, The chariot wheels whispered across the sweeping steep. Water gleamed like a jewel, a promise in the arid land, The eunuch gazed with yearning, a new life close at hand.
“Look, here is water!” his voice a hopeful flight, “What stands now to hinder me from the Light?” Philip nodded, the truth clear in his steady eyes, No chains of doubt to hold, nor shadowed ties.
The chariot halted, still against the soft, earthen banks, Together they descended, hearts giving thanks. Into the cool embrace, beneath the surface laid, A covenant was sealed, all former debts paid.
Rising anew, water dripping like tears of grace, The Spirit’s sudden whirlwind, Philip’s gone without a trace. The eunuch, alone, yet heart alight with joyous song, Continued forth his journey, in faith ever strong.
May 4, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Act 8:36 As they traveled along the road, they came to some water and the eunuch said, "Look, here is water. What can stand in the way of my being baptized?" Act 8:38 And he gave orders to stop the chariot. Then both Philip and the eunuch went down into the water and Philip baptized him. Act 8:39 When they came up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord suddenly took Philip away, and the eunuch did not see him again, but went on his way rejoicing.
In peaks high where eagles dare to fly, And valleys deep where shadows lie, The same God reigns, untouched by height, A constant force in day and night.
Let every path I walk, high or low, Reflect the love that from Him flows. In mountain air or valley's gloom, His love shines forth, dispels all doom.
No peak too high, no depth too steep, For His grace to hold, His keep. In every breath, and step I take, Let God's love shine, for His own sake.
Unchain your heart, let feelings rise, As butterflies from cocooned disguise. Let sorrow's weight take wing and soar, In shared embrace, it pains no more.
Together mourn, together bear, The load of loss becomes less to wear. Shared love's touch, so soft, so tender, Mends the breaks that life can render.
Grief, a shadow, dark and vast, Finds its reprieve when love is cast. Empty spaces start to fill, With love's light, warm, and tranquil.
Let go, and let the heavens guide, In God's own hands, our fears confide. For in His grace, we find release, In letting go, we find our peace.
In the heart of the storm, where the wild winds roar, May my witness be love, opening every door. A beacon that shines through the darkest night, A tender embrace when nothing seems right.
Amidst the clamor, where conflicts deploy, May my witness be peace, a serene envoy. A river that flows past boulders and fray, Softening edges in its gentle sway.
When shadows gather, and joys seem to cloy, May my witness be joy, not easily destroyed. A laughter that echoes over valleys deep, A light in my eyes, forever to keep.
In every trial, every hardship, every ploy, May love, peace, and joy be my employ. A testament written in life’s tough soil, Seeds of grace in the hardest toil.
