In pages deep, where thoughts are sown, A seed of wisdom, gently grown. You are what you read, a truth indeed, Let your heart, with every word, take the lead.
Through lines that bend, and tales that weave, In stories bold, in what we believe. The characters whisper, in silent creed, "You are your stories, where your heart takes heed."
With each chapter’s turn, a new path taken, In realms of fantasy, not forsaken. Echoes of laughter, cries of need, It's all in the reading, let your heart lead.
So hold your books close, let them speak, They are the comfort, when we're weak. For you are what you read—a timeless deed, Forever guided by where your heart will lead.
Lord, in this trial where I reside, Amidst the thorns of this trying tide, I lift my voice, frail though it be, To ask You use my pain for Thee.
Let not my suffering go in vain, Harness my hurt, my loss, my strain. May every pang and every tear, Serve Your glory, draw others near.
And though I plead for healing’s grace, For the day this pain You will erase, I trust Your plan, mysterious and wise, That through my trials, Your love will rise.
So mold my spirit, refine my heart, Though through this illness, we seem apart, May it be Your light that others see, As this pain carves a better me.
Upon Brittany's lap, brave Griffin leaped, With licks and love, a promise to keep. Through doors of learning, side by side, They ventured forth, with pride as their guide.
A wheelchair's challenge, met with grace, Griffin's service found its place. In hallways long and classrooms wide, He fetched and carried, by her side.
Complex pain, a shadow looming, In darker days, despair blooming. Yet, Griffin's warmth drove clouds away, Made brighter nights, and sunnier days.
At Clarkson's gates, they both did strive, With occupational goals, they'd thrive. A degree pursued, not just for one, But shared in spirit, work well done.
The cap and gown awaited there, For both their heads, a pair so rare. The university saw it clear— To honor Griffin, as peer to peer.
So parchment given, with pride and cheer, For a loyal dog, who held so dear A heart so true, and a cause so right— Griffin, a graduate, shining bright.
Alone and lonely, two paths distinct, One in quiet peace, the other, hearts sink. Alone without loneliness, in solitude's grace, Lonely in the crowd, lost in empty space.
Loneliness, a mind's harsh plight, A soul's quiet battle, a never-ending night. A sense of deep isolation, a painful tide, In the bustling silence, alone inside.
No sadder thought the mind can bear, Than solitary echoes in the empty air. No friend to call, no hand to hold, In the cold vastness, alone and bold.
But in this void, a light shines true, Jesus Christ, in hearts He renews. More than a brother, closer than a friend, His love unfailing, steadfast to the end.
In every moment, His presence near, Through every sorrow, beyond each fear. He fills the void, He mends the breach, With Him, no soul is out of reach.
Through life, through death, to eternity's side, In Jesus's love, we ever abide. No longer alone, His Spirit our guide, In His eternal friendship, we confidently stride.
From depths so deep, in shadows cast, I lived with ghosts of a troubled past. Chains that clinked with every stride, The devil's cuffs, where fear did hide.
Trapped so low, in the darkest well, No light to see, no hope to tell. Lost I was, where no eyes could see, A soul in the pit, yearning to be free.
I raised my gaze, through tears, through pain, Prayed for mercy, for strength to gain. "Is there a God?" my heart did plead, "Show me your love, in this my need."
Then clouds did part, the sun's warm glow Bathed my face, in its gentle show. Upon my knees, earth met my plea, "Oh God, I see you, now I believe."
With Jesus now, who walks my side, In His steps, I now abide. His voice, a balm, that sets me free, Through His deliverance, I'm truly free.
May 9, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop Penned for my friend JIM Hollis KB4IUD
Along the dusty road they rode, through silence wide and deep, The chariot wheels whispered across the sweeping steep. Water gleamed like a jewel, a promise in the arid land, The eunuch gazed with yearning, a new life close at hand.
“Look, here is water!” his voice a hopeful flight, “What stands now to hinder me from the Light?” Philip nodded, the truth clear in his steady eyes, No chains of doubt to hold, nor shadowed ties.
The chariot halted, still against the soft, earthen banks, Together they descended, hearts giving thanks. Into the cool embrace, beneath the surface laid, A covenant was sealed, all former debts paid.
Rising anew, water dripping like tears of grace, The Spirit’s sudden whirlwind, Philip’s gone without a trace. The eunuch, alone, yet heart alight with joyous song, Continued forth his journey, in faith ever strong.
May 4, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Act 8:36 As they traveled along the road, they came to some water and the eunuch said, "Look, here is water. What can stand in the way of my being baptized?" Act 8:38 And he gave orders to stop the chariot. Then both Philip and the eunuch went down into the water and Philip baptized him. Act 8:39 When they came up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord suddenly took Philip away, and the eunuch did not see him again, but went on his way rejoicing.
In peaks high where eagles dare to fly, And valleys deep where shadows lie, The same God reigns, untouched by height, A constant force in day and night.
Let every path I walk, high or low, Reflect the love that from Him flows. In mountain air or valley's gloom, His love shines forth, dispels all doom.
No peak too high, no depth too steep, For His grace to hold, His keep. In every breath, and step I take, Let God's love shine, for His own sake.
Unchain your heart, let feelings rise, As butterflies from cocooned disguise. Let sorrow's weight take wing and soar, In shared embrace, it pains no more.
Together mourn, together bear, The load of loss becomes less to wear. Shared love's touch, so soft, so tender, Mends the breaks that life can render.
Grief, a shadow, dark and vast, Finds its reprieve when love is cast. Empty spaces start to fill, With love's light, warm, and tranquil.
Let go, and let the heavens guide, In God's own hands, our fears confide. For in His grace, we find release, In letting go, we find our peace.
In the heart of the storm, where the wild winds roar, May my witness be love, opening every door. A beacon that shines through the darkest night, A tender embrace when nothing seems right.
Amidst the clamor, where conflicts deploy, May my witness be peace, a serene envoy. A river that flows past boulders and fray, Softening edges in its gentle sway.
When shadows gather, and joys seem to cloy, May my witness be joy, not easily destroyed. A laughter that echoes over valleys deep, A light in my eyes, forever to keep.
In every trial, every hardship, every ploy, May love, peace, and joy be my employ. A testament written in life’s tough soil, Seeds of grace in the hardest toil.
