Walk with me; don’t just walk me, Feel the world as I feel it to be. Slow your steps, let time unwind, There’s wonder here if you’re inclined.
The autumn chill, crisp and rare, Carries whispers in the air. Leaves crunch beneath my eager paws, Each one a tale, each scent a cause.
A squirrel darts, its heart a drum, The wind hums tunes from where it’s come. Traces linger, faint yet true— A cat, a flower, a morning dew.
You tug the leash, your thoughts elsewhere, Yet the world is calling, rich and fair. The sun spills gold through branch and bough, Its fleeting beauty whispers “now.”
Hear the leaves, their rhythm sweet, Like nature’s music at our feet. Feel the air, cool, alive, This is where our souls revive.
For me, this walk is a grand parade, An endless story freshly made. Each scent, each sound, a vivid clue, A tapestry of life in view.
So pause a while, let stillness reign, Feel the earth and shed the strain. Walk with me, don’t just walk me, Discover the magic I long for you to see.
A miracle is waiting for you today, In the soft dawn light or the break of day. It whispers low in the morning air, A quiet promise, a silent prayer.
It hides in places we often miss, In the warmth of love, in a child’s first kiss. In hands that reach when you feel alone, In finding courage you thought was gone.
A miracle waits in the heart’s deep ache, In the strength that comes when you finally break. It’s there in hope that won’t let go, In the smallest seed that dares to grow.
Today may seem just like the rest, But a miracle’s there, a quiet guest. So open your eyes, let your heart see— The gift of grace that’s meant to be.
He spoke of faith, of steady grace, Of seeking God in every place, A call to trust, to rise and say, “I’ll never cease; I’ll always pray.”
When storms descend and shadows grow, When answers hide and doubts may show, Hold firm, press on, lift voices high— Our prayers are heard beyond the sky.
For in each word, in whispered plea, He sees the heart, He meets the need, No cry too small, no tear unknown, Our faith in Him is seed well-sown.
So seek, don’t faint; pursue the light, Pray through the day, pray through the night, For God is near, His love enough— Keep faith alive; don’t give up.
Created by MarkWaldrop
Luk 18:1 Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up.
1. Love Your Neighbor as Yourself “Love your neighbor,” Jesus said, In this path of kindness, we are led. Treat others with a gentle grace, In every heart, a sacred place.
2. The Golden Rule “Do unto others as you’d wish for you,” A call to kindness, strong and true. In each small act, let kindness live, For what we hope to get, we give.
3. Blessed Are the Merciful “Blessed are the merciful,” for they find grace, In compassion’s warmth, a holy space. Forgiveness shines, like morning’s light, A heart in mercy, pure and right.
4. Love Your Enemies “Love your enemies,” hard yet bright, A love that stretches beyond our sight. In every soul, a chance to see How kindness grows in humility.
5. The Good Samaritan’s Way In mercy’s path, the Good Samaritan stood, Lifting the fallen, doing good. Kindness knows no boundary, no end, To every stranger, we’re a friend.
From Jesus’ words, a truth unfolds, A kindness deep, as love foretold. In mercy, love, and selfless grace, We find in others God’s embrace.
Words from our mouths are threads we weave, From the depths of our heart, in hopes they’ll believe Each syllable born from feelings we hold, A glimpse of the soul in stories told.
For language may falter, stumble, and break, Yet from truth within, true words take shape. What lives in our hearts finds voice, finds breath, In whispers of love, or promises kept.
So may what we speak be honest and clear, Words shaped by the heart, unshadowed by fear. For truth, when spoken, lets light impart, A bridge from our soul—a map of the heart.
The fruit you bear, so bold and bright, Is nurtured by roots out of sight. They dive down deep, unseen and still, Drawing life from earth’s rich will.
Each blossom fed by roots below, Where silent seeds of virtue grow. The soil of love, the rain of grace, Lend sweetness to the fruits you trace.
In every harvest, stem to leaf, Is bound the root’s quiet belief. For what we show, we cannot feign; The roots we hide are what sustain.
From soil to stem, from root to bloom, The fruits find life, escaping doom. So tend those roots with care and trust, For in their strength, we rise from dust.
God’s creation brings peace, so deep and so true, With skies painted softly in dawn’s gentle hue. The calm, the rest, like a tender embrace, Draws us near to His quiet, sacred place.
Our worries, our sorrows, they drift far away, In the warmth of His light, in the birth of each day. A symphony rises in rivers and trees, A whisper of grace carried soft on the breeze.
For here in His world, so perfect, so still, We find our hearts bending to His loving will. In the peace He has woven through earth, sky, and sea, We’re cradled in harmony, whole and free.
