It’s funny, they don’t allow Bibles in schools,  
Where young hearts and minds are shaped by the rules,  
Where knowledge is treasured, and wisdom should grow,  
But God’s Holy Word is kept out, though.

Yet behind prison walls, where the broken reside,  
Where hope feels distant and light hard to find,  
The Bible is given, its pages unfold,  
To those seeking redemption, weary and cold.

In a place where darkness has taken its hold,  
Suddenly, truth is allowed to be told.  
The same book that’s banned where the young should be taught,  
Is now offered freely where souls have been caught.

It’s funny, yet tragic, the way things are done—  
Keeping out truth where learning’s begun,  
But offering grace to those who’ve been bound,  
A flicker of hope where sin had them drowned.

Perhaps it’s a sign of the world gone astray,  
That we wait till they’re lost to show them the way.  
What if we welcomed His word from the start,  
And let the Bible shape every heart?

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MarkWaldrop

Grace gives us blessings we have never earned,  
While mercy spares us from what we have learned.  
Undeserved favor, a gift from above,  
Unmerited kindness, wrapped in God’s love.  

Mercy steps in when we stumble and fall,  
A tender embrace when we’ve broken the law.  
It withholds the justice we know should be ours,  
A shield of compassion in life’s darkest hours.  

Both grace and mercy, intertwined as one,  
Reflecting the light of God’s risen Son.  
Grace lifts us higher, mercy sets us free,  
Together, they show His love eternally.  

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God set Pikes Peak in Colorado for all to see,  
A towering testament to His majesty.  
With snow-capped heights that touch the sky,  
A reminder His glory is forever nigh.  

No one could craft such a mountain so grand,  
Rising so boldly from Colorado’s land.  
Majestic and mighty, it stands in His name,  
A symbol of power, unchanging, the same.  

Through storms and sunshine, it holds its place,  
A reflection of God's enduring grace.  
For in each peak and valley wide,  
His eternal glory will always abide.  

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Jesus knew, as clear as day,  
That dividing lines lead hearts astray.  
When walls are built, we stand apart,  
And fear can harden every heart.

But a shared meal, a simple grace,  
Can soften the harshest face.  
Around the table, side by side,  
Our differences no longer divide.

For in the breaking of the bread,  
Love is spoken, not just said.  
In every bite, a truth we find:  
We are all of one kind.

No longer enemies, we see,  
Our shared humanity set free.  
Jesus knew, and shows us still,  
That love, not lines, fulfills God’s will.

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"God does not play dice with the universe,"  
Said the mind that sought to uncover the laws,  
In the dance of stars, in the birth of verse,  
A truth that no uncertainty could cause.

The cosmos spins with purpose in its core,  
Each atom placed by hands unseen, precise.  
The fabric of the heavens, ever more,  
Is woven tight, beyond the roll of dice.

Yet still we search, through science, through the skies,  
To grasp the depth of mysteries untold.  
For while we count the stars with human eyes,  
The soul seeks something more, the pure, the bold.

In every chance, a meaning does emerge,  
A force that guides beyond what chance allows.  
For even in the random, there’s a surge  
Of purpose shaping time, space, and our vows.

No dice are cast, but still the worlds collide,  
With love and wonder, with design and grace.  
In every twist, a hand that does not hide,  
God's steady touch that holds the vastest space.

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Albert Einstein is often quoted as saying, “God does not play dice with the universe.” 

What makes you think that we are truly aware?  
No proof exists to show we even care.  
We claim to think, to choose our own way,  
But fear the challenge of a different display.  

We parrot the words we are taught to repeat,  
And squirm in discomfort at views that compete.  
Conformity rules, our minds in a bind,  
Blind to the freedom true thought could find.  

Religious wars, our misguided fight,  
Not for survival, but for what we deem "right."  
Other creatures battle for hunger or space,  
Yet we fight for beliefs in a bitter race.  

For beliefs shape behavior, and behavior holds sway,  
Guiding the course of humanity’s day.  
But as we march toward a self-made doom,  
Why claim we're aware in this crowded room?  

Stubborn, destructive, we follow the path,  
While ignoring the signs of the coming wrath.  
Is there no hope? No way to restore?  
Are we doomed to repeat this cycle of war?  

Love is the answer, the beacon of light,  
Sent by God’s Son to redeem our plight.  
For love breaks the chains of conformity’s might,  
And offers a way to set everything right.  

So, before we declare we’re truly aware,  
Let love be our guide, and we’ll find we care.  
God’s gift to us, through His Son’s sacrifice,  
Is the way to awaken, to live and be wise.  

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The fruit comes from the roots below,  
What’s deep inside will surely grow.  
For what you believe, and hold within,  
Will rise like leaves where truth begins.  

The roots of faith, of hope, of love,  
Will bear good fruit from skies above.  
But doubt or fear, if left to thrive,  
Will surface too, though we try to hide.  

So tend your roots with careful care,  
For what they yield is always there.  
In time, the world will surely see,  
The fruit of all you’re meant to be.

September 18, 2024
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Live life like there's no tomorrow,  
Cast aside regret and sorrow.  
In every moment, make it count,  
Climb each hill, scale every mount.  

Hold your loved ones close and dear,  
Speak your heart, dismiss your fear.  
Chase your dreams with all your might,  
Fill each day with love and light.  

For time is fleeting, that we know,  
Like rivers fast, it comes and goes.  
So live today, both bold and free,  
And let your heart in joy decree.  

No tomorrow's ever guaranteed,  
So plant today each hopeful seed.  
In every breath, in every hour,  
Live life full, and feel its power.

September 17, 2024
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MarkWaldrop

Be kind, for every heart you meet,  
Is carrying a weight unseen,  
With tender words and steady hands,  
You help them feel serene.  

Be bold, when shadows cloud the sky,  
And courage feels so small,  
Stand firm in love, with eyes that shine,  
And answer every call.  

Be light, where darkness lingers long,  
Be warmth, where coldness reigns,  
A beacon in the night you’ll be,  
Through joy, through tears, through pain.  

Be kind. Be bold. Be light always,  
And watch the world transform.  

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Give someone a dose of encouragement today,  
As you travel along life’s winding highway.  
It may be just the medicine they need,  
To lift their heart as silently they plead.

Just a word can turn a life around,  
Steer their ship from running aground.  
A gentle nudge, a kind, caring phrase,  
Could brighten their darkest of days.

A new course charted with hope's gentle sway,  
Changing a life in a wonderful way.  
So offer that spark, let it shine bright,  
Encouragement can be someone’s guiding light.

September 17, 2024
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MarkWaldrop