Thank You, God, for the promise of peace, For wars to wane and hatred to cease. In Your wisdom, may healing begin, Uniting all hearts, removing all sin.
Thank You, God, for Your steadfast love, A light unyielding from heaven above. Through trials and tears, it gently mends, A love eternal that never ends.
May swords be broken, the earth restored, And nations kneel to call You Lord. With every sunrise, Your mercy sends Hope for a world where conflict ends.
Thank You, God, for the grace You show, For teaching us how true love must grow. Your love endures, forever our friend, A bond unbroken, that will never end.
Their lives are brief, a fleeting spark, A lantern’s glow against the dark. You know the pain, it lies ahead, The day you’ll grieve, the tears you’ll shed.
Yet still, you open wide your heart, Accepting joy with every part. A wagging tail, a gentle paw, Their boundless love, their only law.
For dogs are honest, pure, and true, They live for now, for me and you. No promises of endless days, Just stolen moments, fleeting praise.
And so, you laugh, you chase, you run, You share their light beneath the sun. You love them knowing all too well, That time will toll its final bell.
But maybe in this fragile bond, We glimpse a truth to dwell upon: That love is worth its weight in pain, A fleeting joy, a sweet refrain.
For every loss, a lesson taught, To cherish life, the love it brought. A dog’s short life, a tender cost, A bittersweetness never lost.
So hold them close, these gifts divine, Their time is brief, but wholly mine. No lifelong ties, no grand charade Just love, unbroken, till they fade.
Created by MarkWaldrop
Inspired by Dean Koontz - The Darkest Evening of the Year
There’s no love like the love that a dog has for its boy, Pure and steadfast, a source of endless joy. By the country gate, in the soft twilight glow, The dog waits patiently, tail wagging slow.
Falling autumn leaves whisking in the wind, A golden dance where the day begins to dim. The air carries whispers of footsteps near, And the dog’s ears perk with a joy sincere.
Every rustle, every sound, a promise of return, As the fading sun sets the fields to burn. His eyes gleam bright, filled with trust so true, For a boy’s love is the world he knew.
When at last, the boy comes down the lane, The dog leaps forth, all heart, no restraint. Together they walk, the bond fully complete, Two souls united, where love and loyalty meet.
So by the country gate, through seasons and time, The dog will wait, his devotion sublime. For there’s no love like the love that a dog has for its boy, A love eternal, untouched by life’s ploy.
Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars, Softly veiling the heavens’ scars. Its silver touch, serene and kind, Wraps the earth in peace refined.
It whispers secrets to the night, A beacon calm, a gentle light. Though shadows linger, deep and far, They cannot dim the brightest star.
The cosmos sings a quiet tune, Beneath the watchful, glowing moon. Its brilliance fades the faint away, Yet leaves the bold in firm display.
Oh, moonlight, keeper of the skies, Reflecting dreams in watchful eyes, Guide us through the darkened hours, With starlit strength and unseen powers.
Created by MarkWaldrop
"Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars." J.R.R. Tolkien - The Lord of the Rings, 1937.
Through the stillness, a baritone calls, A voice that rises, and softly falls. With every note, a story unfolds, Of love unending, of grace that holds.
Then from the depths, a chorus swells, Two hundred pipers, their music tells— A tale of redemption, a hymn of might, A sound that pierces the soul’s dark night.
The bagpipes wail, their echoes soar, Through hearts and halls, forevermore. A haunting beauty, a sacred sound, That lifts the weary from earthly ground.
Amazing Grace, the timeless refrain, Of sins forgiven, of freedom’s gain. Its melody rings through the ages long, Uniting all in its holy song.
In unison, the pipes declare, The power of mercy, beyond compare. An ethereal power fills the space, A testament to God’s boundless grace.
And as the arena shakes with song, The hearts of many are carried along. For in that moment, heaven seems near, With every note so crystal clear.
A performance etched in time’s embrace, The sound, the spirit, of Amazing Grace.
Young or old, we leave this place, But not all enter Heaven’s grace. No angel’s wings are ours to claim, For only through Christ can we find His name.
A father’s prayer, though deep and true, Cannot bring Heaven’s gates to you. A church’s roll, a baptism’s rite, Won’t place your soul in eternal light.
No preacher’s words, no deeds of good, Can earn the way, though we think they could. The narrow path, the truth, the key, Lies in the words of John 14:6, you see.
For Jesus said, “I am the way, The truth, the life,” there’s no other way. Repent of sin, believe, obey, And walk with Him each passing day.
No treasures of earth, no worldly plan, Can save the soul of mortal man. But Christ’s strong hands can hold you fast, And guide you safely home at last.
So cling to Him, His grace, His love, And trust His promises from above. Your journey ends where faith begins, In Christ alone, forgiven of sin.
Created by MarkWaldrop
Jhn 14:6 Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.
Always do good, let kindness lead, Plant gentle actions like a humble seed. Though you may not see the blooms today, Goodness returns in its own sweet way.
A smile, a hand, a word of care, Ripples of love travel everywhere. What you give out will find its course, Flowing back with a quiet force.
Believe it true, the circle spins, Good deeds bring unexpected wins. In times you need, a light will shine, The fruits of goodness, a gift divine.
So sow your kindness, steady and sure, Its blessings are bound to endure. Always do good, it will come back through, In ways unknown but deeply true.
Uncontrolled fires raged close to me, Flames consuming all I thought would always be. I’m leaving it behind; I have to flee, Grasping what matters most—my family.
Taking loved ones, pets, and treasures dear, Praying through the chaos, trembling with fear. The smoke is thick, the path unclear, But faith sustains me, whispering, “I’m here.”
Dear God, thank You for sparing me, For guiding my steps through what I cannot see. Though ashes remain where my past used to be, Open my eyes to the future You’ve planned for me.
