In valleys deep and mountains high,
A shepherd tends his flock with care.
One hundred sheep beneath the sky,
In green meadows, they graze and fare.
But lo, one lamb, in innocence,
Strays far from safety's gentle keep.
The shepherd, with no hesitance,
Leaves ninety-nine to seek the weak.
Through brambles thick and rivers wide,
With heart of love and eyes so keen,
He searches where the lost may hide,
In places rarely seen.
And when at last he finds the stray,
His joy is like no other sight.
More than the ninety-nine that stay,
His heart with love alights.
For every soul, like each lost lamb,
Is precious in the Father's plan.
In heaven's realm, the Great I Am
Seeks each lost child of man.
So let us learn from this parable,
Of love that seeks the one astray.
A lesson timeless, invaluable:
Each soul is worth the journey made.
Matthew 18:12-14
January 2, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Ending the year, single and fine,
With caring friends, the stars align.
Dancing in the kitchen's soft glow,
Wishing as midnight's clock does show.
Promises made for change so grand,
Yet resolutions slip like sand.
Every New Year's Eve, the refrain,
Words echo, but actions wane.
Hurt lies in never taking flight,
In dreams untold, in fading light.
On the hill where memories weave,
Time moves on, hearts choose to leave.
Resolutions echo through the cheer,
Guiding paths, sometimes unclear.
In the kitchen's glow, aspirations rise,
Clock striking midnight, hope in our eyes.
A wish to change for the better,
To brave the storms, to write a letter.
Every New Year's Eve, the vow,
Yet actions falter, reality somehow.
The hurt resides in fear's denying,
In dreams unlived, in silence crying.
On the hill where promises conceived,
Moving on, a better self achieved.
So, this New Year's Eve, the pledge,
To break the cycle, a soul on edge.
Actions louder than words may be,
In the dance of time, a symphony.
For what will hurt is never trying,
What will hurt is never dying.
On the hill where dreams are spun,
A new journey, a battle won.
January 2, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Taken from
New Years Eve
Violet Akira
I must say what needs to be said
For the betterment of man before I'm dead
Call out the wrong from the right
They cannot exist in the same light
A much better world, this would be
Standing up with the Love of God in me
January 2, 2024
MarkWaldrop
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
