My Soul Yearns for You
(Inspired by Isaiah 26:9)

My soul yearns for You in the hush of night,
When stars bear witness to Heaven’s light.
In quiet hours, when dreams take flight,
My heart still seeks Your truth and might.

At dawn’s first glow, I rise and pray,
For You, O Lord, at break of day.
My spirit longs with holy ache,
To walk the path Your footsteps make.

When justice flows upon the land,
And nations tremble at Your hand,
The hearts of men, both great and small,
Are taught to rise, and kneel, and fall.

For in Your ways, the righteous grow,
Like rivers cleansed by melting snow.
And in Your judgments, pure and wise,
We lift our eyes beyond the skies.

So in the night and morning too,
My soul will ever thirst for You.
Until the earth and all confess—
The Lord is Light, and Righteousness.

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

Isa 26:9  With my soul have I desired thee in the night; yea, with my spirit within me will I seek thee early: for when thy judgments are in the earth, the inhabitants of the world will learn righteousness. 

What’s the most needed medicine for the soul?
Not found in bottles, nor in man’s control.
No earthly cure, no healing art,
Can mend the wounds that break the heart.

But there is One, both true and bright,
Who brings the soul from death to light.
The Spirit of Jesus, pure and true,
Will heal the soul and make it new.

No bandage binds, no potion heals
Like love that lifts and grace that feels.
He bore our pain, He took our place,
And fills our hearts with saving grace.

So ask not what the world can give—
Only in Him can the soul truly live.
The Spirit of Christ is healing’s goal
The only cure that makes us whole.

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

Psa 107:20  He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions. 

Pope Francis gave his all,
Mustering strength to heed God’s call.
Through humble heart and shepherd’s grace,
He bore Christ’s light in every place.

He walked with those the world cast low,
And taught us how God’s mercy flows.
With open arms and prayerful voice,
He made the weary soul rejoice.

Serving to bring Peace and Love through every land,
He urged the world to take a stand
To lift the poor, to mend the wrong,
To live with hearts both kind and strong.

Thank you, Pope Francis, for showing the way,
For leading with hope, come what may.
Your time on earth was deeply blessed,
Now in the arms of Christ, you rest.

Rest in Eternal Peace—your race is run.
Your crown awaits with the risen Son.

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

Man’s doctrine rises, bold and loud,
With clever words to please the crowd.
It shifts like sand, it fades like mist,
A fleeting spark the world can’t resist.

But time will test what man has made,
And every lie will soon decay.
Philosophies and prideful schemes
Will vanish like forgotten dreams.

For only One is tried and true—
Eternal Word, both old and new.
God’s holy law, His sovereign way,
Will stand when all else fades away.

The winds may howl, the nations fall,
Yet His commands outlast them all.
Not one decree shall pass in vain—
His truth forever will remain.

So build your life on what is sure,
The doctrine holy, just, and pure.
Let man’s opinions drift like clay—
God’s divine doctrine is here to
Stay. 

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

Mat 24:35  Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall not pass away. 

Let not the bitter twist your soul,
Nor match their fire with burning coal.
For hearts that hurt will often fight,
But love can pierce the darkest night.

Speak peace where anger takes its stand,
Extend a warm and open hand.
A gentle word, a patient ear—
Can soften wrath and calm the fear.

Where others curse, let blessing grow,
Plant seeds of grace in hardened soil below.
For even those whose hearts have strayed
Can bloom again through love conveyed.

Goodwill’s not weak—it stands its ground,
It lifts the lost, the low, the bound.
It dares to care, to build, to heal—
To meet ill-will with truth and zeal.

So be the bridge, the balm, the light—
The soul who chooses what is right.
For when goodwill begins to reign,
Even hate can’t long remain.

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

I stand up for Jesus while I kneel and pray,
My voice may be quiet, but I’ve something to say.
With hands clasped in reverence, my heart takes its stand,
For truth is not shaken by trembling hand.

I bow in His presence, yet rise in His might,
For kneeling in prayer gives strength for the fight.
No army or power can pull me away
I stand up for Jesus while I kneel and pray.

The world may be roaring, the storms may be loud,
But I walk with the Savior, not lost in the crowd.
My courage is found not in shouts or display,
But in still, sacred moments I spend in His way.

So when battle lines form and darkness draws near,
I lift up my soul with reverent fear.
Not by sword, but by grace I hold fast each day
I stand up for Jesus while I kneel and pray. 

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

My mother led me in this simple prayer
When I was just a lad, with tousled hair.
She knelt beside me, soft and kind,
And helped me speak with heart and mind:

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

Those words were seeds, so gently sown,
That bloomed in years as I had grown.
Through battles fought and joys well earned,
To God I turned, in peace or burned.

I prayed through storms, both fierce and wide,
With trembling lips or lifted pride.
Some prayers were bold, some whispers low,
But He was there through all I’d know.

And now, as twilight veils the day,
And earthly light begins to fade,
The time has come—He calls me near,
And all that’s left is trust, not fear.

I mouth the words I’ve always known,
No grander speech, no prideful tone:

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

So take me, Lord, in arms of grace
To heaven’s rest, to love’s embrace.
A child once more, I close my eyes,
And rise with You beyond the skies.

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop