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St. Patrick’s Day, a sea of green, A lively spirit, rarely seen. It’s more than parades on city streets, More than the rhythm of lively beats. It’s the warmth of a community’s embrace, A day where everyone finds their place. It’s laughter and stories, old and new, Under skies that seem a brighter blue. It’s in the shamrock, in the ale, In every tale of hill and dale. A reminder of Ireland’s enduring call, A celebration of spring, loved by all. To me, it's memories, vivid and bright, Of friendships forged in soft moonlight. It’s a promise of renewal, of beginning anew, A day when the world feels small and true. So here’s to St. Patrick, to the joy he brings, To the songs in our hearts that forever sing. For on this day, no matter where we roam, We remember the feeling of coming home. March 17, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Saint Patricks Day
While a day to remember the life of a Holy Saint It now seems to be connected to luck and green paint If you can't find a four-leaf clover or kiss the Blarney Stone today Bow your head, Thanking God for all the Luck He Has Sent Your Way March 17, 2023 Mark Waldrop
A Newborn Day
who is Your Hero ?
Who Is Your Hero?
Who is your hero today, my friend?
Someone you follow, admire, or defend?
A figure of strength you look up to,
A champion brave, bold, and true.
Perhaps it’s someone the world has made—
A hero of stories, a role well played.
Maybe an image from pages or screen,
Like Superman flying where few have been.
But heroes of legend and tales we tell
Are shadows beside the truth that dwells.
For there is One far greater to know—
The God of all Gods who walked below.
Jesus the Man who walked on water,
Who calmed the sea and healed the daughter.
Who touched the blind and made them see,
And spoke with love and authority.
He carried a cross up Calvary’s hill,
Not by force, but by heaven’s will.
They laid Him down in a borrowed grave,
Yet death itself He came to brave.
For on the third day the stone rolled wide,
The risen Savior stepped outside.
No legend told, no tale rehearsed—
But the living Christ who conquered the curse.
So who is your hero when all is said?
One made of ink, or the One who bled?
For the greatest hero the world has known
Still reigns today upon His throne.
John 11:25 (KJV)
“Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.”
For God’s Honor and Glory
Mark C Waldrop