The soul of a man is like a ship That sails the sea of time, The storms may rise, the winds may blow, And rock this heart of mine. Yet my ship will never, ever sink, And still today I float— My compass is His precious Word, And Jesus pilots my boat.
I won’t sail stormy seas again Unless He leads the way, I won’t drift far from Heaven’s shore Till I can’t hear Him say. I belong to a fleet that sails in faith On a glorious one-way trip, We’ll land safe on shore to sail no more— For Jesus pilots my ship.
Psalm 107:29–30 (KJV) “He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so He bringeth them unto their desired haven.”
Peace is not silence where battles cease, Nor merely the ending of war for peace. It’s planting hope where hearts once bruised, A place where lives are healed, not used.
Peace is the soil where mercy can grow, Where justice and kindness freely flow. Not just no conflict, harsh or rough— But room for all souls to rise and flourish enough.
James 3:18 (KJV) “And the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace of them that make peace.”
For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop
From the Opening Ceremony of the 2026 Winter Olympics
“Peace is not just the absence of conflict; peace is the creation of an environment where all can flourish.” Nelson Mandela
Purpose A ship is safe in the harbor, Where the water is calm and still, Tied tight to the dock, untouched by storms, Protected from wave and will.
But a ship was built for the open sea, For the wind, the tide, the test, For purpose is found beyond the shore, Not anchored in comfort and rest.
Faith is the same—it must venture out, Trusting the unseen way, For we were never designed to stay safe, But to sail where God leads each day.
Joshua 1:9 (KJV) “Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the LORD thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.”
I love You, Lord, my strength, my song, When days are hard and nights are long. You are my Rock, both firm and sure, My Fortress strong, my Deliverer pure.
My God, my refuge when storms appear, A Shield that drives away my fear. The horn of salvation, my victory won, My Stronghold sure till life is done.
In You I stand, I will not fall, My safety, Savior, Lord of all.
Psalm 18:2 (KJV) “The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.”
The rear-view mirror’s always there, A quick small glance, a mindful care. It helps us see what’s just behind, So we stay safe along the line.
But we were never meant to steer By living only in the rear. To dwell there long would cloud our sight, Invite confusion, fear, and fright.
Instead, our eyes must look ahead, Trusting each path where God has led. With thankful hearts, through grace made clear, We move by faith—not by the rear.
Philippians 3:13–14 (NIV) “Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”
After many years of searching wide, I met sweet Jesus by my side. Not as I planned, yet right on time, A holy pause in the rush of time.
That sacred moment, clear and true, My old life ended—new life grew. From that first breath of saving grace, I found my home, my resting place.
No longer duty, no heavy chore, My heart now longs to witness more. To share God’s love with all I see, Across the world, humanity.
Each step with Christ, both night and day, Fulfills my heart in a brand-new way. His gentle lead, His steady hand, More than I’d hoped or ever planned.
With joy I rise at break of day, And smile as I kneel and softly pray: “Good morning, Lord—just You and me… What shall we do today?”
2 Corinthians 5:17 (ESV) “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”
If I stood at a podium, I’d stutter and sputter to no end, Words would trip and tumble— So He gave me the gift of the pen.
When my voice fails to carry What my soul longs to say, Ink becomes my witness, And the page clears the way.
Through quiet lines and patience, Truth flows steady then— God speaks loud through silence When He gives a soul the pen. ✍️📜
2Co 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
A theological giant I am not, No lofty towers of wisdom I’ve got. I stumble through verses, plain and small, Yet still I answer when I hear Him call.
For God uses the simple, the quiet, the few, To confound the wise who think they always knew. Not by clever words or a polished display, But hearts that are yielded and choose Him each day.
The proud may debate, the learned may boast, But grace finds a home in the humble the most. So here I stand, just clay in His hand— Strong not in knowledge, but where faith will stand.
1Co 1:27 But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty;
