All the law can do is kill, Impose its will, sharp and still. Cold justice, swift and stern, In its grasp, hearts may burn.
Yet in the shadow of the law’s decree, Where souls may falter, lose their plea, There blooms a hope, a light revealed, Only God, through His Son, can heal.
For where the law ends, grace begins, Breaking chains, absolving sins. In Christ, the wounded find their balm, In His embrace, a healing calm.
All the law can do is bind, But in His love, true peace we find. Beyond the verdict, beyond the seal, Only God, through His Son, can heal.
In trials faced, rejoice in heart, Though grief may come, and tears may start. For every sorrow, every pain, Brings forth a faith that shall remain.
Refined like gold in fire’s embrace, Your faith, a treasure, shows its grace. Though unseen, yet you love Him still, His presence felt, your soul to fill.
In every moment, trust and find A joy in Christ, pure and refined. Though eyes can’t see, your heart believes, And in His promise, peace receives.
For at the end, when all is done, Salvation’s gift through Christ is won. A glorious joy beyond compare, Eternal life in love’s sweet care.
June 7, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
1Pe 1:6 In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. 1Pe 1:7 These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. 1Pe 1:8 Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, 1Pe 1:9 for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls.
Through faith in Christ, your soul is freed, In His embrace, you have all you need. No earthly treasure, no worldly gain, Can match the peace in His name.
His grace, a light that never fades, Guides your steps through life’s charades. In trials, His love will be your guide, With Him, there’s nothing left to hide.
No storm too fierce, no night too long, For in His arms, you’re ever strong. Through valleys deep and mountains tall, His faithfulness will conquer all.
In every moment, trust His lead, For in His love, you have all you need.
The anchor holds though the ship is battered, Amidst the storm, where hopes are shattered. The waves may crash, the tempest roar, But steadfast, the anchor grasps the ocean floor.
The sails are torn, whipped by the gale, Yet still, we press on, though hearts may pale. In darkness deep, when all seems lost, The anchor's strength outweighs the cost.
Through trials fierce and battles worn, In every scar and tempest born, The anchor holds, unwavering, true, Guiding the ship and crew through.
So when the night is cold and long, Remember, in the anchor, you belong. For though the storms of life may rage, The anchor holds, from age to age.
We should look for the good in every man, For we know not God’s eternal plan. What we have in the world today, Are sinners redeemed, finding Jesus along the way.
Just the beginning of knowing His grace, The promises of God in every place. Growing in scripture, hearts open wide, He walks with us, wherever we abide.
In every soul, His light can shine, Transforming hearts, divine design. Seek the good, embrace His love, Guided always by the Lord above.
For in each journey, each path we trod, We are never alone, upheld by God. Through faith and trust, we understand, The beauty of His eternal plan.
A casual Christian, shallow as can be, Content to float on faith’s vast, tranquil sea. They shy away from scriptures' depths profound, Unseen, the love that in His word is found.
Clinging tight to old, familiar ways, Avoiding truths that challenge, yet amaze. God saves us from the dark, engulfing sin, Yet it's our choice to keep from falling in.
A love so vast, it seeks to set us free, Yet only if we let go, can we see. Dive deeper, and His grace will light the way, Transforming night to dawn, and dusk to day.
June 6, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Jas 1:22 Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says
FRANCE – JUNE 01: World War II. Normandy landings. American reinforcements landing from barges at Utah-Beach (Manche) to deploy towards Cherbourg, June 1944. (Photo by Roger Viollet/Getty Images)
On Normandy's shores, where history was made, Brave souls in the dawn's first light arrayed. Eighty years have passed since that fateful day, Yet their courage and sacrifice never fade away.
Let us remember those who stormed the beach, Their valor and bravery beyond our reach. But also the medics and chaplains who cared, In the midst of chaos, they bravely dared.
With bandages, prayers, and comforting hands, They brought hope and healing to war-torn lands. Families of these heroes, in our hearts, you remain, Your loved ones' service was not in vain.
We ask for prayers, for strength and grace, For those who faced war's grim embrace. May their legacy of kindness and love, Shine down on us from the heavens above.
On this 80th year, we honor and pray, For the medics and chaplains of that historic day. Their selfless acts in the darkest of times, Echo through the ages, in our hearts, they chime.
In Florence, Italy, in a small church's light, A loyal dog named Tommy finds solace every night. His heart, like a shadow, aches with deep sorrow, Since his dear friend Maria left him in tomorrow.
Maria Margarita Loci, a name that sings, Found Tommy in the fields, gave him his wings. For seven years, they walked life's tender road, In her quiet, gentle heart, his love overflowed.
No close friends had she, but Tommy by her side, A bond so pure, with love they did abide. To the church she brought him, with a priest’s kind grace, Together in the pews, they found a sacred place.
But now Maria's gone, her spirit soared on high, And Tommy waits in silence, beneath the church’s sky. He hears the bells' toll, each chime a solemn call, To the altar he goes, where shadows softly fall.
"He still comes to Mass," says priest Donato Panna, "Patiently he waits, in love's quiet manner. By the altar he sits, his heart steadfast and true, A silent witness to a love that once grew."
In the sacred silence, in the stillness of the pew, Tommy dreams of Maria, where love always renews. For in the heart of Florence, in a church so divine, A dog’s devotion lingers, transcending time.
In the quest for God's love, a journey deep and true, Never satisfied, yet seeking, in hearts both old and new. Where to seek among the meek, in whispers soft and mild? In humble souls and gentle hearts, where grace is reconciled.
Amidst the quiet valleys and the shadows of the hill, In the laughter of the children, in the song of the whippoorwill. In acts of kindness, simple gestures, and words of tender care, God's love resides, ever-present, for those who seek it there.
In the touch of a stranger's hand, in the warmth of a friend's embrace, In the tears of joy and sorrow, in every sacred space. For God's love knows no boundaries, it's boundless as the sea, And in the hearts of the meek, it finds its sanctuary.
So seek not in grandeur or in riches vast and grand, But in the quiet moments, in the touch of a helping hand. For God's love is ever-present, in the meek and lowly soul, In every act of kindness, in every heart made whole.
