The process is vast, with the world in debate, But God’s saving grace does not hinge on the state. Parties seek power, they care for your vote, Yet Christ’s love and mercy, they barely take note.
The pursuit of control can cloud what is right, For the Christian’s calling is love in the fight. Do not trade the Sermon for influence or gain, For in that exchange, there’s little but pain.
If politics tempts you to judge or to hate, Turn down the volume before it’s too late. Bring salt, bring light, in this heated divide, With grace, let the love of your Savior abide.
For splitting the Body over policies grim, Is a wound far greater than any party win. Vote with conviction, your conscience, and might, But remember, it’s love that defines what is right.
More precious than victories, more lasting than fame, Is a soul filled with love, glorifying His Name.
In the days ahead, when choices loom, And voices echo in the room, My focus clear, my heart stays calm— Not on the donkey or the elephant, but on the Lamb.
For earthly powers rise and fall, Yet only One can rule them all. The Lamb who gave His life for me, Is where my focus needs to be.
The donkey brays, the elephant stands, But neither holds my heart’s commands. I follow not their fleeting plans— My eyes are fixed upon the Lamb.
For in His grace, true hope is found, In love and mercy, I’m unbound. No earthly symbol, creed, or brand Can sway my faith or change my stand.
So as the world debates and roars, I’ll seek the One who opens doors, My focus firm, my faith unshaken, In the Lamb, my heart awakened.
The Election will come, the Election will go, Promises made, but what will they show? Will we be better off, or lost in the fray, As leaders rise, then fade away?
Voices will shout, banners will wave, But is it progress or just a charade? Change on the horizon, or more of the same, Who will we trust, and who’s to blame?
The Election will come, and soon it will pass, Leaving us asking how long it will last. Will hope be restored, or doubts still grow? Will we be better off? Only time will know.
Too many speak of politics and pride, With passion for votes, they do not hide. Yet in the silence, where souls are lost, They've forgotten the cross and what it cost.
They debate with fervor, their voices loud, But of Jesus' name, they're timid not proud. Where is the zeal to share the light, To bring the wandering to His sight?
For votes will fade and kingdoms fall, But His Word remains, the call for all. So let us turn from worldly ways, And lift up Jesus in all our days.
The harvest is plenty, the workers are few, Will you speak of Him, or just argue what's due? It's time to share the greatest gift, And let the name of Jesus lift.
If the person I vote for doesn’t win, I believe in tomorrow, where hope begins. For in the ebb and flow of days, There's always light in future ways.
A single loss is not the end, For time will heal, and hearts will mend. New voices rise, new dreams take flight, And through the dark, we find the light.
Though outcomes may not go my way, I trust in what the dawn will say. For every season has its turn, And through it all, we live and learn.
So if today my choice may fall, I believe tomorrow will still call. In faith, I plant tomorrow’s seed, For hope remains in every deed.
Our flag is a symbol, pure and bright, Of patriotism, honor, and courage's light. We remember the fallen, their sacrifice dear, Giving their lives so freedom stays clear.
To forget the past, we'd surely stray, In guiding the future, we find our way. So let us hold our banner high, For God and country, we'll never deny.
Painting by Spike O’Dell W4WGN Brentwood Tennessee
The fourth of July is my Favorite time of year
It draws us closer to our family so dear
Picnics Barbecues and all the fun things
With these traditions great joy, it brings
Fireworks Hamburgers Hotdogs and Apple Pie
All these are great Treasures in our eye
Our Country was founded on Faith in our GOD
Giving us great wisdom by which we are awed
Let us remember the Sacrifices of so many
So that we might have Freedom with Peace and Plenty
July 3, 2021
MarkWaldrop
Yesterday, as my Daddy’s farewell made its solemn way, Led by the United States Marine Corps in proud array, We saw a man by the roadside, pulled over and still, Hat in hand, heart covered, a silent act of will.
His simple gesture, so respectful and true, Touched our grieving hearts, brought tears anew. Amidst the hustle of cars just passing by, His honor stood tall under the open sky.
His license plate revealed his name, Ernest Boerlin, brave and grand, A veteran of the US Navy, in service he did stand. When we reached out to thank him, his words were sincere, A brother in arms, offering comfort so dear.
“It was an honor to show respect for a fellow serviceman,” he said, “Our prayers and condolences to you as you tread. Fair winds and following seas, may God bless your way, In this time of sorrow, I humbly pray.”
Ernest, your kindness did more than words can convey, In our hearts and memories, your gesture will stay. Thank you for your service, your honor so true, May God's blessings and love always be with you.
FRANCE – JUNE 01: World War II. Normandy landings. American reinforcements landing from barges at Utah-Beach (Manche) to deploy towards Cherbourg, June 1944. (Photo by Roger Viollet/Getty Images)
On Normandy's shores, where history was made, Brave souls in the dawn's first light arrayed. Eighty years have passed since that fateful day, Yet their courage and sacrifice never fade away.
Let us remember those who stormed the beach, Their valor and bravery beyond our reach. But also the medics and chaplains who cared, In the midst of chaos, they bravely dared.
With bandages, prayers, and comforting hands, They brought hope and healing to war-torn lands. Families of these heroes, in our hearts, you remain, Your loved ones' service was not in vain.
We ask for prayers, for strength and grace, For those who faced war's grim embrace. May their legacy of kindness and love, Shine down on us from the heavens above.
On this 80th year, we honor and pray, For the medics and chaplains of that historic day. Their selfless acts in the darkest of times, Echo through the ages, in our hearts, they chime.
