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The Shepperd Known

   The Shepard Known

The great orator rose with confident calm,
And lifted his voice in the Twenty-Third Psalm.
Each word was precise, each phrase clearly drawn,
And thunderous applause filled the hall before long.

Then an old preacher stood, his frame bowed with years,
He read the same passage through weathered tears.
No flourish, no polish, no practiced display
Yet hearts in the room were undone that day.

For the difference was not in the verse or the tone,
Nor the beauty of language so skillfully shown.
The orator knew every word by his part,
But the preacher knew the Shepherd… deep in his heart.

One spoke of green pastures, still waters, and rod,
The other had walked them with trust in his God.
And when he said, “I shall not fear,” it was clear
He wasn’t reciting… the Shepherd was near.

Psalm 23:1 (KJV)
“The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.”

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The Joy of The Lord

     The Joy of The Lord

The joy of the Lord is my strength today,
Not borrowed from man, not fading away.
When shadows grow long and hope feels thin,
His joy lifts my heart from deep within.

It’s joy in the morning, joy at night,
Joy in the battle, joy in the fight.
Not born of comfort or earthly cheer,
But anchored in truth: my God is near.

When tears may fall and burdens press,
His joy becomes peace, my righteousness.
It steadies my steps, my soul it sings
The joy of the Lord is my strength in all things.

Nehemiah 8:10 (KJV)
“…for the joy of the LORD is your strength.”

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What Can I Give

      What Can I Give

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
No golden crown, no spotless lamb.
No royal treasure, no robe of fine art,
Just empty hands and a willing heart.

I cannot dazzle with riches or gold,
Nor bargain with works so proudly told.
But love, once given, is never apart
So all I can offer is my heart.

I’ll give Him my mornings, my doubts, my days,
My broken songs turned into praise.
When words fall short and faith must start,
I lay at His feet my fragile heart.

For heaven rejoices not in display,
But in a soul that freely will say:
“I am Yours, Lord—every torn part.”
The greatest gift… a surrendered heart.

Pro 23:26  My son, give me thine heart, and let thine eyes observe my ways.

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December 26

Daily Devotional: Our Father Knows Best
By Mark Waldrop

Scripture Reading:
Genesis 50:1-2
"Then Joseph fell on his father's face and wept over him and kissed him. And Joseph commanded his servants the physicians to embalm his father. So the physicians embalmed Israel."

Reflection:
The passage from Genesis 50:1-2 presents a poignant moment in the life of Joseph as he mourns the passing of his father, Jacob (Israel). Joseph's deep sorrow is evident as he weeps and kisses his father's face, an intimate gesture showing profound love and respect. In these moments of grief and vulnerability, we see a powerful reminder of the bond between parent and child and the respect for one's heritage and roots.

Jacob, also known as Israel, had a long and storied life filled with challenges and blessings. As his life drew to a close, he requested to be buried in the land of Canaan, a wish that Joseph honored with great diligence. This act of filial piety underscores a timeless truth: honoring our parents and their wishes is a significant part of our faith journey.

Devotional Thought:
Just as Joseph trusted in the wisdom and guidance of his earthly father, we are called to trust in the wisdom and guidance of our Heavenly Father. Our Father knows best, even when we face sorrow and loss. Joseph’s actions reflect a deep understanding that fulfilling his father's wishes was part of his duty, not just as a son, but as a faithful servant of God.

In times of grief, it is natural to feel overwhelmed and lost. However, our Heavenly Father sees our pain and offers us comfort. He knows the best path for us, even when we cannot see it ourselves. By trusting in His plan and leaning on His understanding, we find peace and strength to carry on.

Prayer:
Heavenly Father, thank You for the love and wisdom You impart to us through our earthly parents. Help us to honor them and their legacy in ways that please You. In times of sorrow, remind us of Your presence and Your perfect plan for our lives. May we trust in Your guidance, knowing that You know what is best for us. Amen.

Action Step:
Reflect on the legacy and lessons imparted to you by your parents or guardians. If possible, take a moment today to honor them in some way—through a call, a visit, or a prayer of thanksgiving. Trust that your Heavenly Father knows best and seeks to guide you through every chapter of your life.

This Christmas, Let Peace Begin With Me in

This Christmas, Let Peace Begin With Me

This Christmas, let peace begin with me,
In quiet thoughts and acts unseen.
A gentle word, a patient heart,
A willingness to do my part.

Let peace be found in what I say,
In how I choose to live each day.
In lending grace where there is need,
In choosing love in thought and deed.

This Christmas, let peace begin with me,
A living prayer for all to see.
For when I walk in mercy’s way,
The world finds hope this Christmas Day. 🎄✨

Rom 12:18  If it be possible, as much as lieth in you, live peaceably with all men.

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MarkWaldrop

🎄✨ Old Santa With Love 🎄✨

  🎄✨ Old Santa With Love 🎄✨

Old Santa flies his sleigh with altitude,
and an attitude of Christmas love
high above the hush of winter nights,
where hope hangs bright like stars above.

He carries more than toys and cheer,
more than bells and laughter’s sound;
he carries faith that good still lives,
that kindness circles all around.

With every rooftop softly kissed,
with every heart he passes through,
Old Santa proves—by love alone
that Christmas still knows what to do.

Luke 2:14 (KJV)
“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”

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Immanuel 

       God With Us

        Immanuel 
God With Us

Immanuel, God with us,
A promise born in holy light,
Heaven bent to touch the earth
That long and silent night.

The first Noel on angel wings
Drifted o’er the plain,
A sacred song for weary hearts,
Good news forever plain.

No throne of gold, no royal crown,
Just straw where cattle lay,
Yet heaven knelt in reverent awe
That quiet, humble day.

Immanuel, forever near,
Not distant, cold, or far
God stepped into our fragile world
Just as we are.

So sing, O soul, that ancient truth
The shepherds knew so well:
God is with us, here and now
Immanuel. Noel.

Mat 1:23  Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.

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Chosen by God

        Chosen by God

The sweetest girl on earth was a young lady named Mary,
Chosen by God to cradle His promise, gentle and wary.
In humble faith she listened, her heart open and still,
And answered Heaven’s calling with a quiet, trusting will.

No crown upon her brow, no riches to her name,
Yet grace adorned her spirit brighter than earthly fame.
Within her womb, Love stirred, the Savior of all men,
God’s mercy wrapped in flesh, sent to heal the world’s brokenness and sin.

O Mary, servant favored, your “yes” still echoes today,
A lesson in surrender, in trusting God’s way.

Luk 1:30  And the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God.
Luk 1:31  And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus.

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He Still Dwells With Us

 He Still Dwells With Us

We no longer follow cloud by day,
Or fire that lights the desert way,
No pillar rising in the night
Yet God is near, not lost to sight.

Through Christ, His dwelling place is found
In humble hearts where faith abounds.
Not built with gold or tent or stone,
But lives He gladly calls His home.

When we walk close, in step, aligned,
His presence guards both heart and mind.
He goes before, He walks beside,
Our faithful guide, our sheltering light.

Still leading on, still strong, still true
The God of fire now lives in you.

1 Corinthians 3:16 (KJV)
“Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you?”

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MarkWaldrop

Memories

           Memories

Memories are funny, how they grow with time,
Once plain and ordinary, now gentle and divine.
When I was young, a bag of fruit and nuts would do,
A simple Christmas morning, wrapped in love so true.

Those little acts of kindness, quiet and unseen,
Have grown into reminders of what those moments mean.
The good stays bright, the lesser fades away,
Thank You, God, for shaping memory this way.

Php 1:3  I thank my God upon every remembrance of you

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MarkWaldrop

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