To be the best I can be It’s totally left up to me I can go through this worldly life exhibiting little love causing strife Loving every day will bring the best out of me Trying very hard to see what others may see Others showing their love to me Will certainly bring the best I see January 6, 2024 Mark Waldrop
I found myself in a distant land I'm just a kid. I don't understand I certainly wasn't raised this way Killing people almost every day It didn't take long to find out freedom wasn't free Kids like me were dying all around for you and me January 4, 2024 MarkWaldrop
Oh Lord, I had to take time to pray It's hard out here every dusty day Them old cows got spooked; they almost trampled me I figured then I hadn't been good enough for your face to see I ain't got no money to give to you I'm just like them Shepherd boys that were so true I'll do the best I can with what I got Don't forget me when I'm not January 4, 2024 MarkWaldrop
Just a humble Shepard Boy tending my lambs They follow my voice no matter where I am They follow, trusting, not knowing their fate Being chosen as a Safarice, not knowing the date I faithfully watch over my flock day and night Bringing me peace under the starlight Heading home now they are following me Entrusting their Shepherd with their destiny January 2, 2023 MarkWaldrop
In valleys deep and mountains high, A shepherd tends his flock with care. One hundred sheep beneath the sky, In green meadows, they graze and fare. But lo, one lamb, in innocence, Strays far from safety's gentle keep. The shepherd, with no hesitance, Leaves ninety-nine to seek the weak. Through brambles thick and rivers wide, With heart of love and eyes so keen, He searches where the lost may hide, In places rarely seen. And when at last he finds the stray, His joy is like no other sight. More than the ninety-nine that stay, His heart with love alights. For every soul, like each lost lamb, Is precious in the Father's plan. In heaven's realm, the Great I Am Seeks each lost child of man. So let us learn from this parable, Of love that seeks the one astray. A lesson timeless, invaluable: Each soul is worth the journey made. Matthew 18:12-14 January 2, 2023 Created by MarkWaldrop
Ending the year, single and fine, With caring friends, the stars align. Dancing in the kitchen's soft glow, Wishing as midnight's clock does show. Promises made for change so grand, Yet resolutions slip like sand. Every New Year's Eve, the refrain, Words echo, but actions wane. Hurt lies in never taking flight, In dreams untold, in fading light. On the hill where memories weave, Time moves on, hearts choose to leave. Resolutions echo through the cheer, Guiding paths, sometimes unclear. In the kitchen's glow, aspirations rise, Clock striking midnight, hope in our eyes. A wish to change for the better, To brave the storms, to write a letter. Every New Year's Eve, the vow, Yet actions falter, reality somehow. The hurt resides in fear's denying, In dreams unlived, in silence crying. On the hill where promises conceived, Moving on, a better self achieved. So, this New Year's Eve, the pledge, To break the cycle, a soul on edge. Actions louder than words may be, In the dance of time, a symphony. For what will hurt is never trying, What will hurt is never dying. On the hill where dreams are spun, A new journey, a battle won. January 2, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop Taken from New Years Eve Violet Akira
I must say what needs to be said For the betterment of man before I'm dead Call out the wrong from the right They cannot exist in the same light A much better world, this would be Standing up with the Love of God in me January 2, 2024 MarkWaldrop
In a paper sack, divine worth unfolds, Three dollars sought, the mystic threshold. Not to explode the soul, disrupt the sleep, But warmth of milk, or in sunlight, a peep. No transformation craved, just ecstasy's kiss, A pound of Eternal, in humble bliss. No love for the different, no migrant's toil, Just God's warmth, in the womb, without turmoil. Three dollars worth of the sacred embrace, In a simple request, a yearning grace. January 2, 2023 Created by MarkWaldrop Taken from “Three Dollars Worth of God” Wilbur Reesy
We need a touch. The touch we get, the touch we give Without a loving touch, we cannot live Babies need a touch of their mother when they are born A widow needs a touch from those who care when she is forlorn The Greatest Touch of all Seems so very small The Devinne touch from God when we so need Him Will deliver us from ourselves into a Heavenly realm December 31, 2023 MarkWaldrop
Fill my cup so that I might ask others to sup I empty my cup that you might fill It up You fill my cup over and over again That I might continually share with friends December 31, 2023 MarkWaldrop