Mama Always Said

Mama always said, There’s not enough time in the day for self-pity.
Life’s too short to sit in the shadows when God’s light is shining bright.
She’d lift my chin and tell me, Child, storms don’t last forever,
And even the longest night bows down to morning’s gentle light.

She taught me strength wrapped in tenderness,
Hope stitched into the hems of ordinary days.
“When the world feels heavy,” she’d whisper,
“Lift someone else—and watch how your own burdens rise away.”

She wasn’t one for complaining,
Not when faith was a door always left ajar.
She said every tear had a purpose,
And every scar held a story that could guide us like a star.

So now when trouble finds me,
And fear tries to settle in my bones,
I hear her voice—steady, certain—
Calling me back home.

Mama always said,
There’s not enough time in the day for self-pity.
And she was right—
For God fills every day with purpose,
And grace meets us
Right where strength begins. 

📖 Isaiah 41:10 (ESV)
“Fear not, for I am with you;
be not dismayed, for I am your God;
I will strengthen you, I will help you,
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop

Life Is Like the Last Round

Life is like the last round
before the final bell 
you’ve got to fight with all you have,
and give this world your yell.

When fear comes creeping in your mind
and tries to make you fall,
stand tall and swing with courage 
for God is in your corner through it all.

Each breath becomes a battle cry,
each step a stand of might;
the victory goes to those who rise
and choose to stay and fight.

So when the darkness presses in
and tries to break your will,
remember: even bruised and tired,
a champion’s heart beats still.

2Ti 4:7  I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 

MarkWaldrop

✨Mary, Did You Know✨

Mary, did you know that holy night,
A star would pierce the veil of night?
That shepherds’ songs and angels’ cries
Would echo through the starlit skies?

Did you know your gentle sigh
Would calm the Lord of earth and sky?
That lullabies beneath your breath
Would cradle Him who conquered death?

When tiny fingers gripped your own,
Did you feel the power of Heaven’s throne?
When you kissed His cheek so mild
Did you know you kissed God’s holy Child?

You held the One the prophets praised,
In your arms, the Ancient of Days.
The world grew still, creation awed,
As you embraced the face of God.

So hush now, stable, hold your peace
This moment births eternal peace.
The King of Kings in manger lay,
And love itself was born that day.

Luk 1:30  And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God.
Luk 1:31  And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS.
Luk 1:32  He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his father David:

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop

The Most Important Who Is You

In a world that shouts its orders
who to be and what to do
there’s a truth that softly whispers:
the most important Who is you.

Not the polished, perfect version,
not the one you push on through,
but the soul that keeps on trying
that’s the Who that’s brave and true.

When the noise becomes a mountain,
and the pressure builds anew,
just remember in the mirror:
the most important Who is you.

The Most Important You
MarkWaldrop

Oh, That We Would Wait

Oh, that we would wait, with hearts awake,
For Jesus Christ to come
The way we stand at airport gates,
Eyes fixed, expectant, drawn.

We watch each face come walking through,
Hope rising with each stride;
Imagine if our souls looked up
For Christ with such delight inside.

How eagerly we scan the crowd
For someone that we love
Yet greater still the day He comes
Descending from above.

Oh, that we would wait like this,
In joy that can’t be weighed
Anticipating glory’s gate
Where tears will all be laid.

May every heartbeat, every breath,
Hold longing pure and true
To meet the One who died for us,
And makes all things brand new.

Jhn 14:3  And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. 

For God’s Glory and Honor

MarkWaldrop

          The Shield

Come back with your shield,
or come back on it
for honor is not earned
through comfort or quitting.

The battle may tremble,
the night may roar,
but courage stands firm
where fear keeps score.

For some fight with weapons,
and some fight with prayer
yet both stand unbroken
because God is there.

So face every trial,
every valley, every test
not seeking the easiest path,
but choosing the noblest and best.

If you stumble, rise stronger
if you weep, let it flow
for victory isn’t just winning,
but refusing to let go.

So march with conviction,
with faith as your song
come back with your shield,
or come back carried true
but never come back wrong.

Eph 6:11  Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. 

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop