Words have a mystic power that most don't understand They can build bridges across mountains or destroy the land Uttering words without any thought Can bring much untold wrought Words of encouragement, words of kindness Lifting a person out of the depths of blindness I always take a moment before reacting to unkind words My response being the difference in love and evil being heard October 7, 2024 MarkWaldrop
If a person resents me, I don't take it to heart With God's Love, I turn it into entertainment from the start Turning my face to the creator of peace Will cause my anger and aggression to cease October 7, 2024 MarkWaldrop
The Weather Rick seems a simple test By its touch, knowing the weather best If it's hot, it's hot, it's cold, it's cold. If it's wet, guess what. If the rock of my soul is cold, move it to the light where warmth is found. Found hot move it in the Shade of God where cool breezes abound. If it is wet from Spiritual rain Thank Him for His Many Blessings again. Our spiritual barometer takes patience To discern. Walk close to God we have much to learn. February 5, 2024 MarkWaldrop
Time will come to an end. Love lasts forever This is in God's plan, which seems so clever I lost my spouse. My heart was torn away I felt Jesus say grieve for a while. Do not stay Time moves on. Our Love is forever. In Heaven where we will remain together. February 5, 2024 MarkWaldrop
If you are a child of the Divine, let it show, Stand up straight, let your inner light glow. An ambassador of Christ, wear it with pride, With a smile on your lips and a new song inside. Don't bow in shame, nor in fear do you hide, But hold your head high, let His teachings guide. In every gesture, let kindness be your art, A reflection of His love, deep in your heart. If faced with a charge of faith, true and devout, Would there be evidence, beyond a shadow of a doubt? In acts of compassion, in the love you impart, Let the proof be found in a generous heart. Share the Love of Christ, let it freely flow, Touching lives, letting His grace show. Through you, let others His mercy see, For in His love, we find true liberty. So be a beacon, shining bright and clear, In your walk, in your talk, let His love appear. For you are His child, in His image wrought, Live in His love, and forsake it not. February 4, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Hallelujah I am never never alone You walk beside me far from home In times of gladness in times of sadness, you remain close to me Thank you, God, for never giving up on me That I might continue my earthly walk with thee With the forgiveness of my sins I have been set free February 4, 2024 MarkWaldrop
In the long run, through the night, through the sun, Whether you call on Him, or the calling's undone, God's presence, a constant, unwavering light, Guides you, holds you, through day and through night. Unseen, yet felt in the breeze that whispers, In the storm's fury, in the calm that lingers. In moments of joy, in the depths of despair, His presence a promise, always there. Not bound by our calls, nor swayed by our pleas, Yet, in His compassion, He sees our needs. A guardian in silence, a comfort in prayer, Invisible hands, lifting the burdens we bear. The sun will rise, and the sun will set, In the long run, His presence, a constant bet. Whether we seek Him, or in our pride, we resist, He's with us, within us, in His existence, we exist. So let this truth, in your heart, find a place, God's presence, not a quest, but a state of grace. In the long run, regardless of the path we choose, He's with us, always, with nothing to prove. February 4, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop ap777.org "In the long run, whether you call on him or don't call on him. God will be present with you." - Frederick Buechner
I laid by a pool of rippling waters for many years In hopes of being healed and calming my fears My legs were crippled. I could not walk. People would pass me by and not talk. Then one day the Master came by. Feeling his power. I began to cry. He approached me and said do you believe in Me? Yes Master I do. He said pick up your mat and be free. February 4, 2024 MarkWaldrop
God opens doors and windows every day that Holy Breezes may blow my way Do I go around shutting them as tight as can be Doing this will make the air most stagnant for me Oh to take a breath of cool fresh air instantly sets me free February 4, 2024 MarkWaldrop
If I could only hear his voice again, Through the whisper of the breeze, soft and slim. I'd tell him how much I love him, true and plain, Words flowing like a heartfelt, sacred hymn. Oh, the things I wish I could change, The hands of time, gently rearrange. To seize one more moment, so brief, And in that time, find some relief. I'd listen for the laughter, the joy once shared, For in those sounds, his love was always bared. Each echo, a testament, forever ensnared, In the chambers of my heart, where he is fared. If I could craft from the stars above, A bridge to the past, built with love. I'd cross it with haste, no moment to waste, To speak unspoken words, in a tender embrace. But since time's cruel hand will not bend, I'll cherish his memory, till the very end. And in the quiet, in the still, I'll pretend, That I can hear his voice again, my dear friend. For love, it transcends the boundary of death, In whispered memories, his gentle breath. Though I cannot change what fate has designed, In my heart, his voice forever intertwined. February 3, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
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