When the world spins wild and takes its toll, What does it take to renew your soul? Is it a quiet moment, a whispered prayer, A deep, steady breath in the morning air?
Is it the hush of waves on a moonlit shore, Or birdsong drifting through an open door? A mountain’s hush, a river’s flow, A golden field where wild winds blow?
Perhaps it’s laughter, a loved one’s touch, A melody that means so much. The scent of pine, the warmth of sun, A task well done when the day is done.
Whatever your cup of tea may be, Drink it often, wild and free. For in these moments, still and true, You find yourself—you are renewed.
A thousand years of golden light, Where pleasures flow and hearts take flight, May soothe the soul, yet still remain A hollow joy, a fleeting gain.
For what is wealth without His grace? A shining mask, an empty place. What is ease if He’s not near? A whisper lost, a voiceless tear.
But one day’s pain beneath His hand, Though hard to bear, is deeply planned. For in the trial, faith is tried, And in the fire, gold refined.
His love sustains, His mercy guides, His presence never leaves our side. A single day of trust and tears Outweighs the wealth of endless years.
So let the world its riches claim, Let kings and empires chase their fame, I choose the path, though rough it be, Where Christ alone walks close to me.
You can never hit a target unseen, Wandering lost in places between. A goal unspoken, a dream unclear, Will fade like whispers we barely hear.
But set your sights, stand strong and bold, Chase the vision your heart has told. With faith and focus, take your aim, Step by step, fuel the flame.
For arrows fly where eyes are set, Through trials, struggles, and regret. Yet those who aim with purpose bright, Will find their mark in truth and light.
MarkWaldrop
"you can never hit a targer you don't even have" Zig Ziglar
In every generation, near and far, God chooses souls like shining stars. He calls the faithful, strong and true, To bear His light in all they do.
Through fire’s trial, they have stood, Refined and tempered as He would. The weight of Heaven in their hands, A sacred trust—His perfect plans.
His Presence flows through purified hearts, A flame that darkness can’t depart. His Glory moves, a mighty wave, Through those who live to serve and save.
The essence of Heaven, pure and bright, Pours through their steps, a guiding light. For they are chosen, tried, and true, To bring His will to all they do.
Go on ahead. I will catch up. I’m not as fast as I used to be. Time slows me down, but that’s okay— I’m still plodding along, Doing the best I can each day.
The road behind is long and worn, The steps ahead feel slow, But love’s not bound by time or pace— It’s deeper than we know.
So go on, love. I’ll be there soon, No matter how far you stray. For love outlasts both time and space— And I will find my way.
I asked, “How do I break the chains, Escape the dark, release the pain?” The answer came both soft and strong, “You’ve fought too hard, you’ve held too long.”
“In human form, we grasp and cling, To every loss, to everything. We fear to lose, yet fail to see, Some weights will sink us in the sea.”
“Imagine now, your ship has sunk, The ocean deep, your body drunk On endless fights, on worn-out strife, Still battling waves to cling to life.”
“But as the water pulls you low, A whisper says, just let it go. No more struggle, no more fight, Just surrender to the night.”
“And in that stillness, peace is found, The ocean sings, the fish surround. The light above, a distant hue, Yet darkness here feels warm and true.”
“No fear remains, just quiet grace, As if in love’s most sweet embrace. And when you wake upon the shore, You find you’re whole, yet something more.”
“For in the depths where silence grows, You touched the part that always knows— The self untouched by past despair, The soul that’s whole beyond repair.”
“The hardest step, to lose control, Yet that’s the path to make you whole. The fighter fights to stay afloat, But freedom waits beneath the boat.”
“So trust the fall, release the past, The storm will fade, the tide won’t last. And in surrender, life begins— Not in the fight, but what’s within.”
