In every generation, near and far, God chooses souls like shining stars. He calls the faithful, strong and true, To bear His light in all they do.
Through fire’s trial, they have stood, Refined and tempered as He would. The weight of Heaven in their hands, A sacred trust—His perfect plans.
His Presence flows through purified hearts, A flame that darkness can’t depart. His Glory moves, a mighty wave, Through those who live to serve and save.
The essence of Heaven, pure and bright, Pours through their steps, a guiding light. For they are chosen, tried, and true, To bring His will to all they do.
Go on ahead. I will catch up. I’m not as fast as I used to be. Time slows me down, but that’s okay— I’m still plodding along, Doing the best I can each day.
The road behind is long and worn, The steps ahead feel slow, But love’s not bound by time or pace— It’s deeper than we know.
So go on, love. I’ll be there soon, No matter how far you stray. For love outlasts both time and space— And I will find my way.
I asked, “How do I break the chains, Escape the dark, release the pain?” The answer came both soft and strong, “You’ve fought too hard, you’ve held too long.”
“In human form, we grasp and cling, To every loss, to everything. We fear to lose, yet fail to see, Some weights will sink us in the sea.”
“Imagine now, your ship has sunk, The ocean deep, your body drunk On endless fights, on worn-out strife, Still battling waves to cling to life.”
“But as the water pulls you low, A whisper says, just let it go. No more struggle, no more fight, Just surrender to the night.”
“And in that stillness, peace is found, The ocean sings, the fish surround. The light above, a distant hue, Yet darkness here feels warm and true.”
“No fear remains, just quiet grace, As if in love’s most sweet embrace. And when you wake upon the shore, You find you’re whole, yet something more.”
“For in the depths where silence grows, You touched the part that always knows— The self untouched by past despair, The soul that’s whole beyond repair.”
“The hardest step, to lose control, Yet that’s the path to make you whole. The fighter fights to stay afloat, But freedom waits beneath the boat.”
“So trust the fall, release the past, The storm will fade, the tide won’t last. And in surrender, life begins— Not in the fight, but what’s within.”
When storms arise and skies turn gray, And words feel empty, lost, astray, Don’t search for phrases, don’t explain, Just sit with them and share the pain.
No need for sermons, loud or wise, No fixing tears, no analyzing cries. A silent presence speaks the most, A steady hand, a gentle post.
For in the weight of grief and strife, It’s love that softly mends a life. Not perfect answers, bold or grand, But simply being—hand in hand.
No matter the way, no matter the time, Life fades like the setting sun’s chime. By nature’s hand or fate’s cruel tide, One day, we all must step inside.
Some leave in slumber, peaceful, still, Some by chance, against their will. Some in battle, some in flight, Yet all must face the endless night.
But death is not the journey’s end, It is the door where souls ascend. And what remains beyond that gate Is set not by chance, but choice and fate.
So keep your soul, your heart made right, Walk in truth, embrace the Light. For none may know the hour or day, When earth will fade and call us away.
Be ready, friend, make peace today, With God who holds the final say. For when you stand before His face, Only His mercy will be your grace.
MarkWaldrop
Mat 24:36 "But about that day or hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.
In sorrow deep, he sat alone, A heart so heavy, a world unknown. Roscoe, young, with eyes so wide, Had lost the love that once stood by.
No food, no light, no will to play, His spirit fading day by day. The hands that tried could not erase The emptiness he could not face.
But fate had plans, unseen, untold, A weary dog, so frail, so old. Lost and wandering, tired and weak, Yet carrying hope they both would seek.
A chance encounter, a bond so true, A love that sparked, a life renewed. No longer lost, no longer lone, Together now, a place called home.
They run, they play, they swim with glee, Two souls once broken, now set free. Roscoe finds joy in his friend so dear, A love that wipes away each tear.
Though life may take, it also gives, In friendship’s warmth, the spirit lives. For hearts can heal, and love will mend, When found within a faithful friend.
