I've been on the train for a long time now
Growing weary with each stop, somehow
Stops of joy and stops of sorrow
Unknowing the stops of tomorrow
The Conductor comes strolling through
Hailing the last stop, we’re coming to
Prepare to disembark here
The end of the line is very near
August 7, 2024
MarkWaldrop
What if I were paralyzed and could not speak or walk?
How would I proclaim the Gospel to others if I cannot talk?
The peace He gives my soul, even though my body is not whole, is my witness to Him.
The smile on my face reflects His Love from within.
The most prominent witness I can be
Is showing the courage He has given me.
When words are trapped inside, and movement seems denied,
I let His light shine through, as in His grace I abide.
My spirit sings a silent hymn, my heart a beacon bright,
Through every trial and storm, His love becomes my light.
In the quiet of my soul, His whispers I discern,
Teaching me to trust, in every twist and turn.
Though my voice is silent, my faith speaks loud and clear,
A testimony of His strength, conquering every fear.
Each smile becomes a sermon, each glance a holy prayer,
A testament of hope, in every breath of air.
For in His arms I'm lifted, despite the earthly pain,
A living, breathing witness, of His eternal reign.
So even when I'm bound, by flesh that's frail and weak,
My life becomes a message, of the love that we all seek.
The courage that He gives, will always set me free,
A powerful testament, of His grace in me.
July 26, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the stillness of the evening's sigh,
Beneath the vast and somber sky,
A good man's soul ascends on high,
Even foes must bow and cry.
For in his heart, so pure and true,
He held a light that darkness knew,
A beacon bright, a morning dew,
Respected by the chosen few.
His deeds of kindness, words so wise,
Brought solace, light to tear-filled eyes,
In life's harsh storms, he did arise,
A hero in the silent skies.
Even those who stood opposed,
In times of strife, with hearts enclosed,
Now bow their heads, their eyes deposed,
Respect the path his spirit chose.
For goodness knows no boundary,
Nor enemy in rivalry,
In death, his grace is plain to see,
A timeless, honored legacy.
July 24, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
My mind in constant turmoil with my soul,
A restless dance, a struggle to control.
In whispers dark and shadows deep,
They wage a war that steals my sleep.
Thoughts collide like storm-tossed seas,
Seeking answers, longing for peace.
In every conflict, in every fight,
I search for calm, for gentle light.
Yet in this chaos, hope does gleam,
A quiet strength, a distant dream.
To calm the mind, to soothe the soul,
Is to make the weary body whole.
Breath by breath, I find my way,
To peace that dawns like breaking day.
In stillness found, in moments sweet,
My heart and soul at last can meet.
For when the mind and soul align,
In harmony, pure and divine,
The body follows, strong and free,
In perfect peace and unity.
So here I stand, with open heart,
To heal the wounds, to play my part.
To calm the storm, to find the whole,
A tranquil mind, a peaceful soul.
July 22, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Your past shapes your future,
A tapestry finely spun,
Each thread a moment lived,
Each choice a deed well done.
To shape your future brightly,
Change today, seize your chance,
For tomorrow's history
Begins with today's dance.
Reflect on paths you've wandered,
Learn from the trails you've crossed,
For in the lessons gathered,
No effort is ever lost.
Today is where it starts,
The future in your hands,
Mold it with intention,
Create your finest plans.
For when tomorrow dawns,
Today will be your past,
Let it be a foundation strong,
So your dreams may forever last.
So, live with mindful purpose,
Embrace each precious day,
For the future you envision,
Is but a heartbeat away.
July 19, 2024
Created by
Mark Waldrop
Hold Fast to God's Will
Condemn me if you will,
But steadfast I remain,
In the shadow of His grace,
Through sunshine and through rain.
My heart clings to His promise,
In faith, I find my way,
Through trials and tribulations,
His light guides my day.
The world may scorn and mock,
Yet I stand firm and still,
For my soul knows the truth,
I hold fast to God's will.
In whispers of the wind,
In the silence of the night,
His love speaks to my spirit,
And fills my heart with light.
Though paths may twist and turn,
And darkness might descend,
I trust His greater plan,
On His strength I depend.
Condemn me if you will,
But my faith will not sway,
For I am bound to Heaven,
In His will, I’ll always stay.
Through every storm and struggle,
His hand holds me tight,
In the embrace of my Savior,
I find eternal light.
So let the world condemn,
Let its voices grow shrill,
For I walk with my God,
And I hold fast to His will.
July 10, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In shadows deep, where wild winds sigh,
A pack emerges, howls to the sky.
We are the guardians, hearts unchained,
To save the wolves, our spirits trained.
In forests dense and mountains high,
We hear their calls, their mournful cry.
With strength and grace, they roam the night,
A symbol of nature’s ancient might.
Our small band, with hearts so bold,
A tale of love and care unfolds.
To repopulate, to save, to mend,
These noble creatures, our dearest friends.
We bring them food, we bring them cheer,
To keep them safe, to keep them near.
No hunter’s snare, no poacher’s game,
Shall dim their light, or taint their name.
For in their eyes, a world we see,
Of wild and free, of destiny.
With every step, with every breath,
We stand against their threatened death.
Together strong, we forge our way,
To brighter nights and safer days.
A promise made, a vow to keep,
To guard the wolves, awake, asleep.
So let the world hear our refrain,
A song of hope, amidst the rain.
For we, the pack, shall always strive,
To keep the spirit of wolves alive.
July 7, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
When you get knocked down, rise once more,
Let your spirit soar, don't keep score.
Though life's trials may test and confound,
Stand tall, keep your feet on the ground.
With each setback, find your inner light,
Keep smiling through the darkest night.
For strength lies not in never falling,
But in the grace of rising, always calling.
Embrace the journey, each stumble and leap,
In the heart's resilience, joy you'll keep.
So when you get knocked down, get back up,
And let your smile brim, fill your cup.
July 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
You are in my thoughts and prayers,
A constant presence in my heart,
With every whisper of the breeze,
Your spirit and mine never part.
The closer I draw to God's embrace,
The more my thoughts transform to prayers,
In every silent moment of grace,
Your name is lifted, soaring, there.
Each dawn brings new reflections,
Of blessings and love so deep,
In every gentle intercession,
My thoughts of you in silence speak.
For as I tread this sacred path,
Closer to the Divine each day,
My thoughts for you become my prayers,
Guiding you in love's pure way.
You are the echo in my mind,
A prayer that never ceases,
A bond of faith so intertwined,
In God’s presence, our love increases.
May you feel this prayerful thought,
A beacon in the darkest night,
For in my heart, you are always sought,
In every prayer, your soul alight.
July 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the world, there are two kinds of souls,
One's story is of highs, the other's of lows.
The down and out, worn by life's cruel hand,
Walking on pathways made of shifting sand.
They’ve seen the nights darker than pitch,
Seeking solace in dreams that seldom stitch.
With hearts heavy, burdened by the fight,
They struggle for a glimpse of morning light.
Then there's the up and out, reaching the sky,
Yet inside, they too, heave a silent sigh.
They've climbed the peaks, tasted the stars,
But still find emptiness amid their scars.
Their battles are hidden behind smiles so bright,
Concealing the shadows that come with their height.
For up above, the air is thin and cold,
Where loneliness creeps as stories unfold.
Both wander through life, in search of peace,
One hoping for dawn, the other release.
In different ways, their paths entwine,
Sharing the quest for a sign, divine.
So, raise your eyes and see them clear,
In every face, a story near.
The down and out, the up and out,
Both echo life's perpetual bout.
July 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop