Down a dusty path in morning’s glow, Where golden fields and daydreams grow, A barefoot child with tousled hair Walks without hurry, without a care.
Beside him strides a swan so white, Like grace itself in morning light, And toddling close with gentle pace A plush companion, soft with grace.
No fear resides, no need to hide, The world is good, the sky is wide. No judgment passed, no bitter test, Just trust, and wonder, and time to rest.
The fence leans low, the grass bends near, The trees hum songs that only they hear. Each step a story, each laugh a hymn, Each breath a prayer, sincere and dim.
Oh, let us keep what time will steal The faith that all the world can heal. For in the heart of this sweet scene, Lies all we’ve lost—and all that’s clean.
📖 “Unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” – Matthew 18:3
O Lord, we lift our hearts today, For Texas families lost in dismay. Some seek the ones they cannot find Their faces etched within their mind.
Hold every heart that waits and weeps, While hope still stirs in shadows deep. Guide every search, each rescue call, And catch the tears that gently fall.
For those who mourn, whose hearts now break, Wrap them in peace that none can fake. Let comfort rise through sorrow’s storm, And love, not loss, become the norm.
We thank You for the brave and strong, The first responders who rush along Through flood or flame, through fear and night, They move with mercy, fueled by light.
So hear our prayer, both loud and still, And give this weary land Your will. Let healing come, let hope restore And bring the missing safely to the door.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” — Psalm 34:18 (NIV)
What will it take, this fragile dream, To calm the lands, let silence gleam? Where desert sands and rivers flow, Will seeds of peace find room to grow?
Years of sorrow, voices lost, What price remains, what human cost? Borders drawn by hands long gone, Yet hearts still beat, and life goes on.
It takes the courage to forgive, A chance for all to simply live. To see beyond the lines and hate, To let compassion navigate.
It takes a strength to pause and say Let’s end the bloodshed here today. To build a world where children play, Not fearing bombs or endless fray.
The leaders’ hands, the people’s hearts, Must work as one to make new starts. With every prayer, each tear that falls, The earth cries out, a voice that calls.
What will it take? Perhaps we know: The will to stay, the strength to grow. For in the soil of pain and loss, May hope take root, and peace emboss.
So let us dream, and let us dare, To plant the seeds with endless care. For peace is more than just a cease It’s every step toward lasting peace.
Some days we toast with finest wine, A vintage sweet, aged well with time. The sun is warm, the skies are clear, And joy flows freely, year to year.
But then there come the aching days, Of pressing burdens, clouded grays. The joy once bottled now escapes We’re not sipping wine… we’re crushing grapes.
We feel the weight, the turning stone, The strain of striving all alone. Yet in the pressing, something brews A deeper strength, a grander view.
For God is working through the squeeze, Transforming bitter into peace. What seems like loss, He will refine Today’s crushed grapes are tomorrow’s wine.
So lift your heart, though hands may shake, There’s purpose in each bruise and break. The sweetest sips, the richest blends, Are born through trials—and grace that mends.
2Co 4:8 We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair
True peace does not come through handshake or deal, Through treaties signed with a political seal. It’s not in the halls where agendas are spun, But flows from the heart of the Holy One.
It’s not in the speeches or paper and pen, For peace made by man is broken again. No ceasefire lasts when hate’s still alive Only God’s Spirit can cause peace to thrive.
Diplomacy falters where pride has its way, But Christ brings a peace no world can betray. Not built on power, not bought with gold, But given in grace to the meek and the bold.
His peace calms the storm, stills every fear, Not just for a season, but year after year. Through faith in the cross and a soul made new, True peace is eternal, perfect, and true.
So don’t trust in nations to silence the strife Seek peace in the Savior, the Giver of Life.
Jhn 14:27 Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid
Dear God, I come with open hands, Not seeking crowns or high demands. But wisdom, Lord—that sacred light, To walk by faith and not by sight.
Give me the grace to kneel, not climb, To serve with joy, in Your good time. To listen more and speak much less, To count Your ways as righteousness.
Let not my pride cause me to fall, But humbly heed Your every call. For strength is found in bending low, Where living waters freely flow.
So guard my steps, my heart, my tongue, And keep me kind, though I am young. With wisdom’s lamp, make clear my way That I may not stumble, Lord, today.
