In the glow of Hanukkah lights so bright,
A festival of joy, a sacred night.
Judaism's ideals, steadfast and true,
In each candle's flame, a story anew.
Blessed be the Ruler of the Universe's decree,
Commanding us to light, to set our spirits free.
Rededication's tale, the Second Temple's grace,
Igniting flames of faith in a sacred embrace.
Each candle's flicker, a symbol so divine,
Echoes of history in every shine.
Blessed are we, in the light's warm embrace,
A celebration of faith, a journey in grace.
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MarkWaldrop
A little oil from the Holy Scriptures a little polishing from Faith and Grace
My internal compass will lead me far away from any dangerous place
December 9, 2023
Mark Waldrop
In Advent's glow, candles aglow,
Hope's flame whispers a tale untold.
Peace follows, a tranquil stream,
Joy dances in a festive dream.
Love's candle, radiant and bright,
Illuminates the silent night.
Four weeks, a journey to behold,
Christmas whispers, stories unfold.
December 9, 2023
MarkWaldrop
British tea cast adrift
In sixteen seventy-three, in Boston's embrace,
A protest arose, a bold act took place.
Colonists, weary of taxation's cruel sting,
Against British rule, in defiance, they'd swing.
December's chill graced the Boston night,
A harbor scene painted in revolutionary light.
No representation, yet taxes so steep,
Fueled a rebellion, no longer asleep.
Three hundred forty-two chests in the sea,
British tea cast adrift, a powerful decree.
No submission to acts that unjustly bind,
The Boston Tea Party, a mark on the mind.
An echo resounded through history's halls,
A catalyst brewing for liberty's calls.
In the lead-up to revolution's solution,
This act stood strong, a fervent contribution.
December 9, 2023
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MarkWaldrop
On December 7, the winds of fate did blow,
A date engraved in history's somber glow.
Infamy struck, a nation held its breath,
President Roosevelt spoke, declaring death.
In solemn words, a nation stirred,
Echoes of war, a call to be heard.
Through the pain, courage would rise,
A nation united, with tear-filled eyes.
Roosevelt's voice, a beacon strong,
In the face of darkness, a resolve prolonged.
A date remembered, in history's decree,
December 7, 1941, echoes eternally.
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MarkWaldrop
Sacrificial giving is something we can't understand
It's giving all I have and then lending a helping hand
It's going beyond my means to help in every way
Then, taking time time to give my
Love and pray
Thank you, God, for giving Your Love to me
That I might share with others that they may see
December 6, 2023
MarkWaldrop
Hands of a man praying in solitude with his Bible.
Words seem pretty easy to say
Petitioning my God every day
Things I need, things I see and want
Truly, are they desires of my heart
Thanking Him for Many Blessings
Do I take time to feel His refreshing
Dear Lord, calm me that I might hear
Divine whispers that quieten my fear
In everything that I have said and done
I pray Your Will, and mine become one
December 5, 2023
MarkWaldrop
In December's hush, a gentle plea,
Remember, it's Christmas, let it be.
Not just an 'X,' a symbol cold,
But a season of warmth, stories untold.
With carols that echo through snowy nights,
Embrace the joy, festive lights.
In every greeting, let the meaning flow,
This December, let true Christmas glow.
December 4, 2023
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MarkWaldrop
The Serenity in the air brings Peace without despair
There was stillness before excitement showing God Cared
The hustle and bustle around Holiday time
Brings much frustration to my restless mind
Taking time to collect my thoughts, I am much happier now
As I take a moment to remember the Season I Humbly Bow.
Christ was born in a manger many years ago
To Bring Love from His Father to make faces glow
Thank you, God, for this Christmas Season
For the Greatest Gift that has ever been given
December 3, 2023
MarkWaldrop
I’m just camping in this old world of sin
Going home soon, I won’t need this tent ever again
The cold wind and the rain blow in
This old tent has been my faithful friend
When I get home, there will be no more storms
Only fair weather resting in My Fathers Arms
Every day, I camp a little closer to home
One day, I will never again roam
If this old tent will hold, keeping the weather out
I will soon toss it aside with a great shout
I'm on my way home if I can make it there
Before my old tent becomes completely threadbare
November 30, 2023
MarkWaldrop
