Honor Days of Old

If you don’t know where you came from,
You’re drifting in the tide
No compass in your pocket,
No guiding star to ride.

The roots beneath your story,
The ones you barely see,
Are anchors in the stormwinds,
They shape who you will be.

The faces in old photographs,
The names that echo still,
They whisper truths and lessons
That time alone can’t fill.

If you forget the journey,
The pain, the joy, the song,
You’ll chase a hollow future
And wonder what feels wrong.

So honor where you came from,
The soil that held your seed
For knowing past gives purpose
And shows which steps to heed.

Deu 32:7  Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations: ask thy father, and he will shew thee; thy elders, and they will tell thee. 

For God’s Glory and Honor
MarkWaldrop

Jesus first—our guiding light,
He leads us through the darkest night.
His love, our anchor, firm and true,
In all we are, in all we do.

Others next—our hearts extend,
To lift, to serve, to love, befriend.
A gentle word, a helping hand,
To build each other, strong we stand.

Yourself the last—but not unseen,
For joy will blossom, pure and clean.
When Christ and others take their place,
Your soul will shine with heaven’s grace.

True joy is found when love is shown
Not in ourselves, but Christ alone.

“Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.”
Philippians 2:3 (KJV)

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

     Walk Free in Faith
 
Step forth with courage, hats held high,
Your dreams like stars across the sky.
But heed this word as you depart:
Guard your mind and keep your heart.

The world will whisper, pull, and bind,
Entangling soul and thought and mind.
It tempts with gold, with praise, with fame,
Yet leaves you weary, chasing name.

The more you strive with anxious hand,
The tighter wraps the sinking sand.
The more you grasp with frantic breath,
The more it drags you close to death.

But pause—and rest—release control,
Let peace of God embrace your soul.
Relax your grip, the knots unwind,
His love brings freedom to the mind.

For Christ is near, both guide and sword,
To cut the cords and lift you toward
A life of purpose, pure and true—
Not bound by fear, but led by You.

So graduate, walk bold and wise,
With heaven’s hope before your eyes.
Rely on Him, not fleeting charms
And you will rest in shepherd arms.

Proverbs 3:5-6 (KJV)
“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.”

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

Where My Will Ends, His Will Begins

Where my will falters, weak and worn,
Beneath the weight of trials borne,
There in the silence, soft yet bright,
God’s will unfolds in perfect light.

Where my steps stumble, lost in doubt,
And fear would seek to shut me out,
His hand extends, so strong, so true,
Guiding me paths I never knew.

When dreams I held are torn apart,
And sorrow lingers in my heart,
I yield, I trust, I stand, I wait—
His purpose weaves a grander fate.

For where I end, He just begins,
To cleanse, to heal, to lift from sin.
His ways are higher, vast, unknown,
Yet in His grace, I am His own.

So let my will release control,
And let His love refine my soul.
For in surrender, life begins—
Where my will ends, His will begins.

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

Isa 55:8  "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the LORD.
Isa 55:9  "As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.

         The Shepherd

The shepherd must walk where the sheep have trod,
Through valleys low and meadows broad.
He cannot lead from heights afar,
But stays beside where his people are.

The shepherd must smell like the sheep he tends,
Their cries, their wounds, their needs he mends.
For if his heart stays clean, untouched,
His flock grows wild, unled, unloved.

Through tangled thorns and muddy ground,
The faithful shepherd will be found.
Not clothed in pride, nor standing tall,
But stooped to lift the weak who fall.

For leadership that’s true and deep
Requires the smell, the touch of sheep.
To walk among, to bear their pain,
To guide them gently home again.

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

           Long Lines

Long Lines, what awaits at the end?
Is it worth the time and effort, my friend?

The answer to the question is both yes and no. 
For some, they would wait all day. 
For others, walk on by without delay. 

For Eternity, there is no line either way. 
Reservations are made way before the day. 

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

     I Love to Listen

I love to listen, soft and still,
To catch the whisper of God’s will.
The more I listen, the more I learn,
As hearts unfold and voices turn.

In quiet moments, wisdom speaks,
Through silent tears or joy that peaks.
Each story shared, each truth revealed,
Becomes a wound that’s gently healed.

I love to listen, to hearts and souls,
For every voice has deeper goals.
The more I listen, the more I see,
The thread of grace in you and me.

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

If You’re Not Making Mistakes

If you’re not making mistakes each day,
You might be standing still, I’d say.
For those who try, who dare, who do,
Will sometimes fall—but rise anew.

Mistakes are proof you’ve stepped outside,
Beyond the fear, beyond your pride.
They mark the path where growth begins,
Where failure ends and learning wins.

So take the risk, embrace the fall,
For doing nothing costs us all.
But every stumble, every break,
Is just another chance to wake.

If you’re not making mistakes, it’s true
You’re missing life and all it grew!

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop