When I take flight my destination, the Eastern gate
My departure time is unknown
Only to my Master is it known
I've been planning my trip, looking at every detail
I'm so excited to go where love and joy prevail
Purchasing my ticket from the One who frees us
Through the Ticket Master God’s Son Jesus
A smooth ride it will be when His Angels come for me
On the final, I will see the light of the Eastern Gate
There, no one can imagine His Glory
That awaits
I will keep tolling on till my life is complete
Then, boarding the flight for my God to meet
December 28, 2023
MarkWaldrop
Are my prayers being answered today
Please reveal that I might see each day
Unanswered prayer is not bad, I must say
Not knowing what to ask for when I
Pray
Asking for your will to be done in my life
Brings clarity and freedom with no strife
Thank You God for showing me
The way you would have me be
December 26, 2023
MarkWaldrop
Brush strokes on the canvas of life
Will it bring me happiness or strife
The bright colors of happiness
The dark colors of sadness
The Master's touch produces a painting of Gladness
The dark colors highlight the bright
creating a painting of great delight
The final stroke will be made that day
When my soul takes flight to fly far away
December 25, 2023
MarkWaldrop
In Savannah's streets I wandered slow,
Past a church in decay, where dim lights glow.
Through the window's pane, a hymn did start,
A funeral's lament touched my heart.
Sympathy awakened, wonder took its hold,
In a negro pew, the tale unfolds.
Young couples weeping, sorrow wild,
On the altar lay a coffin, a sorrowful child.
Rows of elders, a preacher's grand stance,
At a wooden desk, in a solemn trance.
"Don't be weepin'," he kindly said,
For the child has run where angels tread.
He's doing fine, appreciates your love,
But the Father above calls from realms above.
Not by miles did He give the boy,
Just lent some sunshine, a fleeting joy.
Let your hearts grow, with love so deep,
Till silver tears in your eyes do weep.
Poor mourners, let Jesus's peace abide,
No need for criticism, in Him, confide.
For comforts given, can be taken away,
Praise the Lord in glory, let us pray.
In the large house above, the child is kept,
Rest in peace, dear ones, as your hearts accept.
December 17, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Taken from
Steal Away - Lyrics
Red Foley
In a world of doubt, a letter unfurls,
Young Virginia seeks truth, her mind in twirls.
"Is there a Santa?" she hesitantly hurls,
A question that into history swirls.
Church, with wisdom, pens a reply,
"Your friends are mistaken," he does imply.
In a skeptical age, where truths may die,
He defends Santa with words that fly.
"Santa exists, as love does too,
Generosity, devotion, a perennial hue.
In a dreary world, without the view
Of Santa's spirit, joy would be askew."
Unseen wonders, Church unveils,
Beyond what sight and science entails.
A curtain veils the world in trails,
Yet faith and fancy set their sails.
Tearing apart a rattle's noise,
He delves into life's unseen joys.
A realm where faith and love deploys,
A truth that time never destroys.
"No Santa Claus?" he declares with glee,
"Thank God, he lives eternally."
Through ages, he'll bring childhood glee,
A timeless tale of festive gaiety.
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Taken from an article in The Sun entitled “Is there a Santa Clause”
Article published September 21, 1897
In the morning light, a wish unfolds,
May your day be adorned with moments untold.
Smiles like petals, in your path they lay,
A lovely, beautiful day, enjoy every ray.
December 21, 2023
MarkWaldrop
I am the captain of a ship named Soul
I Sailed my ship aimselly to and fro
With no charting of where to sail
I found myself in a stormy gail
The sales became tattered and torn
The crew became tired and forlorn
Running aground on the sharp rocks
Surely no more time left on our clocks
I prayed to the Great I AM I am in Your Hands
A voice look to the East, and you shall see
I AM on that Great Galleon to save thee
Never again becoming the Captain of My Broken Soul
Sundering the sailing to, The I AM who rescued My Soul
December 22, 2023
MarkWaldrop
In the tapestry of time, a man named Jesus,
No servants at beck, yet Master they confess.
No scholarly degree adorning His name,
Yet Teacher, they acclaim, in wisdom's flame.
No potions or medicines at His decree,
Healer, they hail, by the shores of Galilee.
No armies marshaled beneath His reign,
Yet kings tremble, His presence their bane.
No battles on fields with swords unfurled,
Yet the world conquered by love, in an otherworldly swirl.
No crime to stain His hands so divine,
Yet on a cross, the sacrificial sign.
In a tomb, His earthly vessel lay,
Yet, risen, He lives, dawn of eternity's day.
Greatest man in history, a paradox profound,
Jesus, the name in grace forever crowned.
December 21, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop
I am a bound prisoner of my soul
My reckless life is out of control
Everywhere I turn, there is no end
How do I change? Where do I begin
One step at a time, I was told
By doing this, I will be in control
Not having the power to begin
I asked God’s Son Jesus to come in
There is power in His Love sent from above
Thank You, God. I will never walk alone again
December 21, 2023
MarkWaldrop
In life's brisk journey, a moment to seize,
Pause in the whispers of rustling trees.
Breathe in the essence of moments untold,
Let gratitude bloom, a treasure to hold.
The greatest gift, a pause in the stream,
A canvas of gratitude, a tranquil dream.
Heartbeats sync with a thankful refrain,
In stillness, a sanctuary where joy remains.
Glimmering echoes of moments divine,
Gift yourself gratitude, a gem to enshrine.
Amidst the rush, find solace in the art,
For the greatest gift is a grateful heart.
December 20, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop
