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

        Once an Outlaw

I hunted down every outlaw
that crossed my line of sight—
chasing shadows of old memories,
restless days and sleepless nights.

The desert winds kept whisperin’,

“Boy, you can’t outrun your past,”

but stubborn hearts are slow to learn,
and trouble always rides in fast.

Nowhere left to turn,
no friendly trail to follow,
just dust beneath my boots
and pride that’s grown too hollow.

Most days I kept to darkness,
living quiet, laying low
haunted by the choices made
and the seeds I helped to sow.

But somewhere in the silence,
as the moon began to glow,
my soul cried out in tremblin’ words

“Lord… help me before I go.”

Because even the hardest drifter,
beneath the scars and grit and steel,
still hopes there’s grace enough for him
a place where broken hearts can heal.

So I stand here with hands open,
no guns, no lies, no show
just a weary man asking mercy…
Oh Lord… help me before I go.

MarkWaldrop

🕊️IN THE LAST DAYS 🕊️
by Mark C. Waldrop

The Lord is pouring His Spirit out
in these final, trembling days
and hearts once cold are burning,
and silent lips now praise.

Dreams are stirring in the weary,
visions rise in young and old
and the Gospel flame grows brighter
as the ancient words unfold.

Chains are breaking in the shadows,
truth is marching through the land
for the Spirit of the Living God
is moving by His sovereign hand.

Prodigals are turning homeward,
the broken lift their heads
and the thirsty find their filling
where His living waters spread.

Signs remind us time is closing,
but fear has lost its voice
for the Bride is being readied
and the heavens soon rejoice.

So let the trumpet echo softly
through every soul awake
The Lord is pouring His Spirit out
His promise no man can break.

And when the sky splits open,
and the King of Glory comes
every knee shall bow before Him,
and every tongue proclaim:

Jesus is Lord 
forever the same.

Jol 2:28  And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions: 

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop

        Hallelujah

When the morning breaks with mercy,
and the darkness runs from light
when hope returns like sunrise glowing
after a long and restless night
Hallelujah.

When tears fall soft but healing,
and the heart begins to mend
when grace steps in and whispers,
“This is not where it will end”
Hallelujah.

When mountains finally crumble,
and chains fall to the ground
when freedom sings its victory
in a voice both soft and loud
Hallelujah.

When we don’t yet see the answer,
but we trust the One who knows
when faith stands firm in silence
as the unseen blessing grows
Hallelujah.

For every breath,
for every trial,
for the triumphs still in view
for the God who walks beside us
and makes all things good and new
Hallelujah.

Rev 19:1  “Hallelujah! Salvation and glory and power belong to our God, 

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop

           A Way of Life

Thanksgiving isn’t just a Thursday
with turkey, laughter, and pie
it’s a posture of the heart,
a way of living under God’s sky.

It’s not limited to one moment,
one prayer before we eat;
it’s found in quiet mornings,
and in every heartbeat.

It’s waking with gratitude
for breath we didn’t earn,
for lessons wrapped in hardship,
for the wisdom we discern.

It’s giving thanks for family,
for friends both near and far,
for every simple blessing
that reminds us who we are.

It’s praising God in sunshine,
and trusting Him in rain,
it’s finding joy in laughter
and purpose even in pain.

For Thanksgiving is not a calendar date
not something that appears then disappears;
it’s a daily offering of gratefulness
carried throughout the years.

So may our hearts stay thankful always
in every season, calm or strife—
for Thanksgiving is not one day a year…
it’s a way of life

1Th 5:18  In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. Here’s a poem for that beautiful thought:

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop