If you want to feel rich, don’t look at the gold, Or the treasures and trinkets that hands can hold. Count instead the gifts so true, The love, the laughter, the skies so blue.
The warmth of a hug, a friend’s kind embrace, The joy of a smile that time won’t erase. The whispers of wind, the song of the sea, The peace in your heart when your soul is set free.
The love of a child, the touch of a hand, The faith that sustains when you don’t understand. For wealth isn’t measured in diamonds or things, But in moments of joy that a full heart brings.
For His Honor and Glory MarkWaldrop
1Ti 6:17 Command those who are rich in this present world not to be arrogant nor to put their hope in wealth, which is so uncertain, but to put their hope in God, who richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment.
My grandmother once gave me a tip: “In difficult times, move forward—bit by bit. Don’t gaze too far, don’t drown in despair, Just take small steps—you’ll get there.”
Wash the dishes, sweep the floor, Fold the laundry, mend once more. Write a letter, stir the pot, Tend the garden, plant a thought.
You see? You’re moving, step by step, Not leaping ahead, but finding your breath. Take a moment, pause, be still, Rest a little—gather will.
Then another step, then one more, What once felt heavy won’t feel so sore. You won’t notice the weight has shifted, That time has passed, that grief has lifted.
One day soon, you’ll raise your face, And dream again with quiet grace. The future won’t seem like a storm or sigh, But a path that glows beneath the sky.
So in winter’s garden, plant with care, Hope is resting, waiting there. Let the cold soil whisper true: Spring will come—and so will you.
The final kiss will last forever, Be it through distance or death’s cold tether. A whispered touch, a fleeting sigh, Yet love remains, it won’t say goodbye.
The final kiss is one to remember, A spark in the dark, an ember so tender. A parting of sorrow, a love now gone, Yet in our hearts, it lingers on.
The memories weave, entwined and true, A bond unbroken, me and you. Though time may pass and shadows fall, Love still stands, untouched by all.
For love is stronger than space or time, A gift of grace, forever divine. And though we part, we are not lost, Love endures, no matter the cost.
The world is a wound that refuses to heal, A cycle of sorrow, a spinning steel wheel. Wars rage like tempests, the earth cracks in two, But there’s nothing the Rapture can’t cure.
The hollow-eyed wander, the lost and the weak, Their prayers turn to echoes too broken to speak. Yet Heavens will open, the trumpet will roar— And there’s nothing the Rapture can’t cure.
No more the hunger, the grief, or the pain, No more the sinners who curse in the rain. The light will descend, so perfect, so pure— For there’s nothing the Rapture can’t cure.
For His Glory MarkWaldrop
Inspired by a friend Darlene Sowa KQ4NTV “Theres nothing the Rapture can't cure”
Before the dawn could break the sky, Your lovingkindness lifted high. Through shadows deep and trials near, Your mercy whispered, “I am here.”
A love that stoops to cleanse the dirt, That binds the wounds and heals the hurt, No height too great, no depth too far, Your kindness shines—a guiding star.
When hearts grow cold and faith runs thin, You pour Your grace and draw us in. Unfailing love that does not sleep, A Shepherd’s hand for wandering sheep.
You could have ruled with mighty hand, But chose instead to understand— To walk the earth, to taste our tears, To calm the storms and quiet fears.
O Lord of mercy, rich and pure, Your lovingkindness will endure. From age to age, through darkest night, It leads us home to perfect Light.
“Because Your lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise You.” —Psalm 63:3
Beware of emotions that will cause commotion, Stirring the waters with reckless devotion. A spark becomes fire, a word turns to war, And feelings run wild like waves on the shore.
Anger and envy, they dance hand in hand, While pride builds a castle too fragile to stand. Fear feeds the storm, while doubt clouds the sky, And peace is the treasure that quickly runs dry.
But wisdom stands watch with a calm, steady light, Guiding the heart through the darkest of night. So pause, take a breath when emotions run wild, Let truth be your anchor, your spirit be mild.
For hearts ruled by chaos will stumble and fall Beware of emotions that answer the call.
As intellectual as I try to be, There’s no match for what the Spirit shows me. Books and wisdom, degrees and thought, Can’t touch the truth the Spirit has brought.
He speaks in whispers, yet shakes my soul, Revealing what knowledge can’t make whole. Not facts or theories, but love so divine, A wisdom eternal, a holy design.
My mind may reason, my pride may swell, But the Spirit speaks what no mind can tell. In silence and prayer, His voice breaks through — Pure revelation, both ancient and new.
So I lay down intellect, bow heart and knee, For no wisdom compares to what the Spirit shows me.
To His Glory MarkWaldrop
“As intellectual as I try to be There is no comparison to how the Holy Spirit speaks to me.” MarkWaldrop
Our hearts are filled with worldly things, With fleeting dreams and golden rings. We chase the rush, the praise, the prize, While Jesus waits with longing eyes.
We build our kingdoms, stack them high, But still feel empty, wonder why. We leave Him just a corner space, A fleeting thought, a hurried grace.
Yet He who formed the earth and sky, Still knocks upon the door nearby. He asks for more than what’s left over — He wants a heart that loves, wide open.
So clear the clutter, tear down the wall, Make room for Christ — give Him it all. For only when He fills the place, Will peace move in, and love take space.
No treasure found, no fleeting thing, Can match the joy that Christ will bring. So empty out this crowded room, And let His presence fully bloom.
Mat 6:21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
For His Glory MarkWaldrop
“We cram into our hearts so much stuff that there is no room left for Christ.” A. W. Tozer
