There is Divine Hope in the distant air We share this Hope because we care Hope brings light into day Hope is Love along the way God whispers Hope in difficult times Hope delivers us from many crimes Hope brings us out of despair Because the Great I Am cares March 17, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In the tapestry of time, woven thread by thread, There’s a truth that dances, softly said: Jesus, in His wisdom, in His grace sublime, Moves with a rhythm, always on time. Not a moment early, nor a second late, His timing perfect, through every twist of fate. In our impatience, we may often find, Doubts and worries troubling our mind. Yet, in every sunrise, in every setting sun, His promises unfold, one by one. For in the silence, in the waiting, we see The beauty of His timing, precise and free. When the storms rage fierce and the night seems long, When our hearts grow weary, our faith not strong, He whispers gently, amidst our fear and strife, "I am with you always, in every part of life." Just at the right moment, He steps in, Turning our losses into wins. With miracles fashioned from His love divine, Jesus shows us, He’s always on time. So trust in His timing, let go of your fears, For His plan is unfolding, year by year. In every season, in every rhyme, Remember, our Savior is always on time. March 17, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In the quest for divine grace, we set our sights, On a goal, so pure, in His holy lights. "Not for souls alone, nor for churches' rise, But to please our Lord, in the endless skies. Each week we search our souls, in quiet prayer, Measuring our hearts, in His loving care. Like the musician keen, for the Conductor's nod, We seek His approval, on this earth we trod. For any aim that leads, a step astray, From pleasing God, in every single way, May find us set aside, from His sacred plan, Focusing on Jesus, is where it all began. Paul, with discipline, his body did command, To keep his course true, by God's firm hand. "I bring it to subjection," he earnestly did say, "Lest I myself, from the path, sway. So, let our highest goal, through days and nights, To be well pleasing in His holy sights. Public worth is naught, if privately we fail, To align our desires, with His holy grail. Let us then pursue, with unwavering zeal, This primary goal, with righteous appeal. To be pleasing to Him, in all that we do, Is the servant's aim, faithful and true." 2Co 5:10 For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may receive what is due for what he has done in the body, whether good or evil. March 17, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In the heart of the night, under the watchful sky, Stood a figure, both humble and high. Confidence in their stride, humility in their gaze, A paradox, living, in so many ways. Not a mountain too steep, nor a river too wide, With confidence, they'd always stride. But in victory's glow, or defeat's harsh chill, Humility whispered, "Be kind and still." For every step taken on life's winding road, They carried both lights, as their code. Confidence to dream, to dare, to leap, Humility to learn, to listen, to keep. In the dance of the stars, or the sun's bright rise, They found strength in being wise. Knowing when to roar, and when to be quiet, Finding balance in the internal riot. So this is the song of the humble and bold, A story of warmth in the cold. For only together, do they truly shine, Confidence and humility, intertwined. March 16, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Confidence, a lantern in the night, Illuminates the path, makes the unsure right. It’s the wind beneath the wings in flight, A quiet whisper saying, "You might." It dresses wounds of doubt with care, Builds bridges over streams of despair. In the mirror, a steadfast stare, A promise that strength is there to bear. With confidence, the world's a stage, Every step forward, a written page. No fear of judgment, no cage, Only freedom to engage. It's the artist's brush, bold and free, Painting dreams for the world to see. A dancer’s leap, a melody, Expressions of what one can be. Confidence, the key to unlocked doors, A sailor's faith in distant shores. It’s the courage to explore, And in exploring, to soar. So wear it like a crown, let it shine, For with confidence, every challenge is benign. It's not just a feeling, but a sign, That within you, there's a power divine. March 16, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In the heart of nineteen thirty's gleam, Two hams dreamed a crystal clear dream. Astatic born, from passion, not motion, Crafted with care, the famed D-104 potion. A microphone not just of metal and wire, But of voices carried, higher and higher. Introduced in an era of swing and of jazz, D-104 microphone, Its clarity cut through the buzz and the razz. The D-104, oh, how it stood the test of time, In amateur shacks, its presence sublime. From broadcasting booths, its fame would spread, Professional voices, clearly, were led. Astatic's creation, from humble start, Became an icon, in the audio art. The D-104 microphone, a legend in sound, Wherever communication is bound. Decades on, its legacy clear, A testament to those who hold sound dear. The D-104, a marvel, a tool, In the history of audio, forever cool. March 16, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In a world of hustle, in the ceaseless flow, Find peace in the thought, let your heart glow. Live, enjoy, relax, let your spirit soar, For Jesus has paid the tax, worry no more. Through trials and tribulations, in joy and in vex, He carried our burdens, cleared our complex. In Him, find solace, in Him, find grace, With every step, in every place. So breathe in the beauty, the wonder, the love, Gifted from Him, from the heavens above. Life's journey, now lighter, a path less complex, For Jesus has paid, indeed, our tax. March 16, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In a world that rushes, fast and wide, Where worries seem never to subside, Take a moment, pause, and see, The beauty in simplicity. Enjoy the sunshine, the rain, the snow, In every season, let your heart glow. Live each day with purpose and grace, Treasure each smile, each warm embrace. Relax in the knowledge, so profound, In Jesus' love, we are found. He paid our tax, our debts, our cost, Ensuring none of us is lost. So lift your heart, and raise your voice, In this freedom, let us rejoice. For in His care, we're always found, With love and grace, abundantly crowned. March 15, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
He stood in my place, Giving me His Amazing Grace That through His Love, someday I will see His Father's Face Grace is beyond understanding in His Father's will Only through following Jesus will His Grace be fulfilled March 15, 2024 MarkWaldrop
In the dawn's early light, a rooster stands tall and fair, "I may look calm," he declares with a glare. "But in my head, I've pecked you three times," A secret battle, in morning's prime. His feathers shimmer, his gaze, it burns, With each cock-a-doodle-doo, the world turns. A ruler of the roost, in his mind's eye, Where victories are silent and enemies fly. In the kingdom of feathers, straw, and seeds, He battles giants in his deeds. With a crown of red and a cloak of gold, His story of bravery, silently told. So next time you hear his morning call, Remember the battles that befall. For in his head, he's a warrior true, In the quiet morning, his spirit flew. A rooster bold, in sunlight's embrace, Wears a calm mask upon his face. But beneath the calm, a warrior resides, In the heart of the barnyard, his courage hides. March 15, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop