One step at a time, let's tread this earth,  
A journey of miles, starts with a single birth.  
Each foot placed down with intent so clear,  
Can change the world, near and dear.  

With every step, let's plant a seed,  
Of love, of hope, in every deed.  
A tree that grows, tall and grand,  
Spreading shade, across the land.  

One smile, one word, of kindness spread,  
Can lift a heart, heavy as lead.  
A gesture small, a helping hand,  
Can ripple out, across the sand.  

Change doesn't call for grand displays,  
But in simple acts, through everyday ways.  
A choice to listen, to understand,  
To walk in peace, across this land.  

One step at a time, let's pave the way,  
For brighter dawns, and kinder days.  
For in each step, a chance resides,  
To craft a world, where love abides.  

So let's take that step, with hearts so bold,  
To change the world, to shape its mold.  
For step by step, with love as our guide,  
We'll see the change, side by side.

March 10, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

In the tapestry of life, where shadows play,
Where doubt and fear often sway,
There's a verse, a beacon of divine light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

"For God has not given us a spirit of fear,"
A whisper that draws the weary near,
"But of power, and of love, and of a sound mind,"
In these words, a promise we find.

With power, we rise above the storm,
Our spirits resilient, our hearts warm.
In love, a foundation, deep and profound,
Where compassion and kindness abound.

A sound mind, a gift, to discern and to guide,
In wisdom's embrace, we confidently stride.
Together, these virtues form a steadfast shield,
In their light, the path ahead is revealed.

Fear has no hold, no claim on our soul,
For we're cradled in arms that make us whole.
In every challenge, every trial we face,
We're empowered by an unending grace.

So let us walk, not in shadows, but in light,
With faith as our compass, and hearts burning bright.
For we are called, not to fear, but to soar,
With a spirit of power, love, and much more.

2Ti 1:7  for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.

March 9, 2024
Created by 
MarkWaldrop

In the heart of turmoil, where doubts arise,  
Where the path ahead, obscured from our eyes,  
A question lingers in the air, tense and grim,  
To surrender or fight, on a whim?

But in this moment, a choice to be made,  
Not of defeat, but of courage displayed.  
To yield not to fear, but to a higher call,  
Surrendering all, lest we fall.

To Him, we give our hopes, our dreams,  
Our failures, our tears, our silent screams.  
In surrender, we find a paradox so sweet,  
In letting go, we're made complete.

For in the act of giving up control,  
We find a strength that makes us whole.  
God's promise comes alive, so real,  
Equipping us with His zeal.

He arms us with grace, for every task,  
In His presence, boldly we can bask.  
With every step, through every trial,  
He guides us, mile after mile.

So, when faced with the question, deep and dire,  
To surrender or face the fire,  
Choose to give everything, your all,  
And watch as God breaks down every wall.

Through crisis, through storm, through darkest night,  
Hold onto faith, hold onto His light.  
For God will equip you, make you strong,  
In His love, you'll find where you belong.

March 8, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

I wasn't ready then, I'm ready now,
Through time's vast expanse, I've learned how.
A journey long, with trials strewn,
To find myself, to be immune.

I'm heading straight for you, no delay,
Through storm and calm, I find my way.
A compass set, my heart's true guide,
In you, my love, I now confide.

You will only be, eternally,
The beacon bright, in dark, I see.
In every dream, in every song,
With you, my heart, is where I belong.

The one that I belong to, it's clear,
Through every laugh, and every tear.
A bond so deep, it transcends time,
In every verse, in every rhyme.

So here I stand, with an open heart
Surrendering to your love never to part 

I wasn't ready then, but now it's true,
I'm ready now, I belong to you.

Created by
MarkWaldrop

Home is where the anchor drops, in seas calm or wild,
A haven safe, a heart's embrace, for every man, woman, and child.
Not just a place, but a feeling, deep and profound,
Where love and laughter, hope and dreams, abundantly abound.

It's not the walls that shelter, nor the roof that stands above,
But the souls within, who share and care, and fill the space with love.
Home is where the anchor drops, through storms or sunny weather,
Binding us together, a tether, holding us forever.

In the heart of home, the hearth burns bright, a beacon in the night,
Guiding us back, through darkness or light, to where everything is right.
Where memories are made, and stories told, of days both new and old,
A treasure chest of moments, more precious than gold.

Home is not a destination, but a journey, ever true,
A place to grow, to rest, to be, a shelter through and through.
Where the anchor drops, there roots entwine, in soil rich and deep,
A sanctuary for the soul, where love does keep.

So here's to home, where the anchor falls, in waters still or blue,
A constant in the changing tides, a refuge, old and new.
May we always find our way back, across the vast, uncharted sea,
To where the heart is anchored, where we are meant to be.

March 7, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop