If you are a child of the Divine, let it show,
Stand up straight, let your inner light glow.
An ambassador of Christ, wear it with pride,
With a smile on your lips and a new song inside.
Don't bow in shame, nor in fear do you hide,
But hold your head high, let His teachings guide.
In every gesture, let kindness be your art,
A reflection of His love, deep in your heart.
If faced with a charge of faith, true and devout,
Would there be evidence, beyond a shadow of a doubt?
In acts of compassion, in the love you impart,
Let the proof be found in a generous heart.
Share the Love of Christ, let it freely flow,
Touching lives, letting His grace show.
Through you, let others His mercy see,
For in His love, we find true liberty.
So be a beacon, shining bright and clear,
In your walk, in your talk, let His love appear.
For you are His child, in His image wrought,
Live in His love, and forsake it not.
February 4, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Hallelujah I am never never alone
You walk beside me far from home
In times of gladness in times of sadness, you remain close to me
Thank you, God, for never giving up on me
That I might continue my earthly walk with thee
With the forgiveness of my sins I have been set free
February 4, 2024
MarkWaldrop
In the long run, through the night, through the sun,
Whether you call on Him, or the calling's undone,
God's presence, a constant, unwavering light,
Guides you, holds you, through day and through night.
Unseen, yet felt in the breeze that whispers,
In the storm's fury, in the calm that lingers.
In moments of joy, in the depths of despair,
His presence a promise, always there.
Not bound by our calls, nor swayed by our pleas,
Yet, in His compassion, He sees our needs.
A guardian in silence, a comfort in prayer,
Invisible hands, lifting the burdens we bear.
The sun will rise, and the sun will set,
In the long run, His presence, a constant bet.
Whether we seek Him, or in our pride, we resist,
He's with us, within us, in His existence, we exist.
So let this truth, in your heart, find a place,
God's presence, not a quest, but a state of grace.
In the long run, regardless of the path we choose,
He's with us, always, with nothing to prove.
February 4, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
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"In the long run, whether you call on him or don't call on him.
God will be present with you."
- Frederick Buechner
I laid by a pool of rippling waters for many years
In hopes of being healed and calming my fears
My legs were crippled. I could not walk.
People would pass me by and not talk.
Then one day the Master came by.
Feeling his power. I began to cry.
He approached me and said do you believe in Me?
Yes Master I do. He said pick up your mat and be free.
February 4, 2024
MarkWaldrop
God opens doors and windows every day that Holy Breezes may blow my way
Do I go around shutting them as tight as can be
Doing this will make the air most stagnant for me
Oh to take a breath of cool fresh air instantly sets me free
February 4, 2024
MarkWaldrop
If I could only hear his voice again,
Through the whisper of the breeze, soft and slim.
I'd tell him how much I love him, true and plain,
Words flowing like a heartfelt, sacred hymn.
Oh, the things I wish I could change,
The hands of time, gently rearrange.
To seize one more moment, so brief,
And in that time, find some relief.
I'd listen for the laughter, the joy once shared,
For in those sounds, his love was always bared.
Each echo, a testament, forever ensnared,
In the chambers of my heart, where he is fared.
If I could craft from the stars above,
A bridge to the past, built with love.
I'd cross it with haste, no moment to waste,
To speak unspoken words, in a tender embrace.
But since time's cruel hand will not bend,
I'll cherish his memory, till the very end.
And in the quiet, in the still, I'll pretend,
That I can hear his voice again, my dear friend.
For love, it transcends the boundary of death,
In whispered memories, his gentle breath.
Though I cannot change what fate has designed,
In my heart, his voice forever intertwined.
February 3, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
I'm just an extra in somebody else’s play
Being an extra I have few words to say
Being an extra is an honor I must say
To be asked to be in anyone's play
I follow the directions the director gives me
Always being ready when he calls on me
Maybe I will get a chance one day
To be famous in a well-known play
February 3, 2024
MarkWaldrop
In unity's embrace, we boldly stand,
A creed that shapes both heart and land.
Divided, we falter, together, we soar,
A timeless truth from ancient lore.
Not for self, but for all, we give,
In service's call, we truly live.
"What can I do?" not "What I receive,"
A mantra for all who believe.
As Jesus for us, His life did pay,
A debt of love we can never repay.
Yet in His steps, we can proceed,
To serve, to love, to plant the seed.
Love, the adhesive for every split seam,
Holding together life's complex dream.
Without its bond, we drift apart,
But with it, we mend every heart.
The change we seek in the world around,
Within our own hearts, must be found.
Starting with me, a ripple in the pond,
Echoing out to the bonds beyond.
Not by the saber is true war won,
But by love's power, shining as the sun.
Where love abounds, conflict ceases to be,
In its warm embrace, we are truly free.
So let us walk in love's unending light,
Turning every wrong to right.
In every action, let love be our war,
For where there is love, there is no war.
February 3, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Oh Loving Mother where have you gone today
I pray you won't be gone long please don't stay
My tears cry for your loving touch
I miss your warm smile so much
I know you can't return to me
I can only prepare to see thee
February 2, 2024
MarkWaldrop
One day a long time ago in Bible Lands
A cattle train headed out to their Homeland
Jacob, with his wives and children, mounted their Camels high
Heading out under the hot desert sky
Following God’s Devine plan, trekking many miles in the hot sand
Camels, cattle, goats, and sheep always looking for water and sleep
An impossible journey in every way
Only with God’s Hand as they pray
Reaching their destination and looking in the past
Thanking God for his protection that will forever last
February 2, 2024
MarkWaldrop
Genesis 31:17-18
