This snow-covered orange tree,
What a startling sight to see.
Once in a hundred years, they say,
This anomaly might come into play.
A Christmas tree adorned with gold,
Oranges glimmering in the cold.
I have never seen such before,
Nature’s wonder, its sacred lore.
I am blessed to be in this time, this space,
Feeling God’s breath in this quiet place.
MarkWaldrop
What is love? A question so vast,
A feeling eternal, a bond meant to last.
It wears many faces, it comes in many forms,
A shelter in chaos, a calm through the storms.
To a child, it’s the warmth of a mother’s embrace,
The guiding hand, the familiar face.
To friends, it’s laughter that never grows old,
A trust that’s unshaken, more precious than gold.
For lovers, it’s passion, a flame burning bright,
A whisper in darkness, a beacon of light.
It’s the courage to stay through struggle and strife,
The promise of forever in the story of life.
It’s the kindness we show to a stranger in need,
The grace of compassion, the bloom from a seed.
It’s found in forgiveness, in hearts open wide,
In giving, in serving, in setting aside.
To me, love’s the greatest feeling to know,
The source of all joy, the place where we grow.
Simply put, there is nothing greater,
Love is the essence of the Creator.
MarkWaldrop
Meekness is not a weakness, no,
It’s a strength that only the humble know.
In the eyes of God, it shines so bright,
A beacon of grace, a guiding light.
Humility lifts where pride may fall,
A quiet strength that conquers all.
To serve with meekness, to bow the knee,
Is the greatest gift to eternity.
For power lies not in boastful claims,
But in hearts that honor His holy name.
Meekness marks the man refined,
By God’s own hand, in heart and mind.
So walk with gentleness, firm yet kind,
Let His mastery shape your soul and mind.
For the meek inherit a truth so vast:
God’s strength perfected in them at last.
MarkWaldrop
Trust in God should always reign,
Above the world’s uncertain gain.
No leader’s power, no system’s might,
Can match His truth, His guiding light.
For earthly rulers come and go,
Their promises fade, their plans may slow.
But God’s eternal word remains,
A refuge strong through joys and pains.
The hands of men can build or fall,
Yet He who made us rules it all.
His justice pure, His love so grand,
No earthly power can withstand.
So place your trust where it belongs,
In Him whose mercy rights all wrongs.
Let faith in God your anchor be,
Through storms of life and history.
MarkWaldrop
Pray for the best, with hope in your heart,
A whisper to Heaven, a sacred start.
Dreams may soar or paths may stray,
But trust in His plan each step of the way.
Expect the least, with humble grace,
For life is a journey, not a race.
Gratitude blooms where pride recedes,
And blessings grow from simple seeds.
Serve the in-between, with love as your guide,
For this is where purpose and joy reside.
In moments unseen, in acts so small,
We find the truth: to serve is all.
So pray, expect, and humbly serve,
A life of meaning we all deserve.
For in the balance of what may seem,
We find God’s love in the in-between.
MarkWaldrop
Jesus is synonymous with Happiness,
A light that shines through the dark distress.
In every heart where He is near,
His love casts out all doubt and fear.
He is the joy that lifts the soul,
The healer who makes the broken whole.
When burdens press and sorrows stay,
He whispers peace and shows the way.
Through every trial, His presence sweet,
Turns pain to purpose, defeat to feat.
For in His grace, true gladness flows,
A boundless love the heart well knows.
Jesus, the name that calms the storm,
In every season, His love is warm.
Happiness lives where He abides,
In Him, eternal joy resides.
MarkWaldrop
In America, the impossible stands,
As dreams take flight in determined hands.
Where mountains are moved, and rivers are crossed,
What once seemed impossible is never lost.
From fields of hope to the stars above,
Fueled by courage, faith, and love,
We dare to build, to strive, to create,
Defying the odds, reshaping fate.
Through trials faced and battles won,
We rise again with each new sun.
With grit and grace, we pass each test—
In America, the impossible is what we do best.
For limits bend to the will to try,
And failure fuels the will to fly.
Together we march, our hearts possessed,
By a vision where the impossible rests.
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We stand tall, unwavering, proud,
Voices strong, our hearts unbowed.
With freedom’s light, we pave the way,
Americans bold, come what may.
Our flag flies high, its colors bright,
A symbol of courage, justice, and might.
Yet in our strength, we humbly see,
Our true foundation: divinity.
For we kneel to God and God alone,
The cornerstone of the land we own.
His guidance leads, His grace sustains,
Through every triumph, through every pain.
No throne of man, no worldly creed,
Can shape our hearts or meet our need.
We stand as one, united and free,
But bow to God, our destiny.
Americans strong, with faith in hand,
Under His watch, we’ll always stand.
With trust in Him, forever known,
We kneel to God and God alone.
MarkWaldrop
Ordinary people, humble and true,
Rising each day with purpose anew.
With steady hands and hearts that sing,
They do extraordinary things.
Under the shelter of democracy’s light,
They fight for justice, they stand for what’s right.
Guided by faith, their courage is broad,
Empowered by Our Almighty God.
From fields to cities, from sea to land,
They build and heal, they lend a hand.
With love as their banner and hope in their stride,
They serve the world with God as their guide.
Ordinary lives, yet brightly they shine,
Reflecting a power both human and divine.
For under His grace, all greatness springs—
Ordinary people, doing extraordinary things.
MarkWaldrop
Be still, weary soul, and know He is near,
God sees your struggle, your doubt, your fear.
He knows you’re tired, He knows your fight,
He watches you pressing on through the night.
He sees your heart, the effort you give,
The way you endure, the way that you live.
Though the future feels hazy, the path unclear,
His hand is steady, His love sincere.
Be still and trust, for He has a way,
A plan unfolding, though hidden today.
He lights your steps, one by one,
Guiding you gently until the race is won.
If you’re holding to faith, through trials untold,
If you trust in His promise, both new and old,
Know this: He’s with you, your hope and guide,
In His perfect timing, He’ll provide.
So, be still, beloved, let worry cease,
For God’s plan is love, His promise is peace.
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