If I were called to leave this earth today
What would be my thoughts? What would I say

Do I have all my earthly and spiritual affairs in order
Having this done will relieve my family
from undo disorder

It isn't easy to have dealt with the physical all my life
Then, thinking of spirituality, looking for much less strife

I do not have to die to have eternal life
It starts the moment that I meet Christ

We will all be called in the future someday
Please don't put it off that someday could be today

January 20, 2024
MarkWaldrop

When I lay my head down to rest,  
I pray the echoes people hear,  
Are those of Jesus' Love so near,  
A melody, divinely blest.

The Echoes of Love will resonate,  
Through corridors of endless time,  
If memories in their hearts align,  
In harmonious, lyrical state.

These echoes, soft as whispered prayer,  
Travel far beyond the night,  
Carrying His radiant light,  
In every corner, everywhere.

For love, it speaks in timeless verse,  
In every action, kind and true,  
In everything we say and do,  
Its echoes through the universe.

So let us be the echo's source,  
Reflecting Jesus' love and grace,  
Spreading warmth in every place,  
Guiding hearts to love's true course.

And when we lay down, end our roam,  
May echoes of the love we've sown,  
Be the seeds in others grown,  
Guiding them to their eternal home.

January 20, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

In hallowed halls where echoes softly tread,
Where stained glass paints the stories of the creed,
There lies a treasure, in old hymns, unsaid,
A timeless message, which young hearts still need.

Once sung with fervor, notes rising like dawn,
Those hymns of old, in reverent tones so sweet,
Their words a balm, on troubled waters drawn,
In every line, wisdom and solace meet.

For in those verses, tales of grace unfold,
Of trials, faith, and love that never dims,
Each melody, a story bravely told,
A heritage residing in those hymns.

Yet, in pursuit of modern tunes and rhymes,
Churches may lose the echoes of those times.

Oh, bring back the hymns, those ancient, sacred songs,
Let them resound where they have long belonged,
For in their lines, a timeless truth belongs,
A chorus of faith, enduring and strong.

The youth may wander, seeking for a sign,
In old hymns, find the roots of faith's great tree,
A bridge across the chasm of time,
Connecting past to future, you and me.

So sing again, those hymns of old, so dear,
Their messages of hope, love, and fear,
For in their words, the young may yet find clear,
The timeless truths they need to hold near.

January 19, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Penned for my friend 
Dennis Carlson

When I am down and out and feel so sad
I Pray and Praise God. He makes me feel Glad. 

His Joy I have from within covers the feelings from this world of sin. 

Thank You, God. Thank You, God, for sending Jesus to forgive my sin

January 19, 2024
MarkWaldrop

He was knocking at the door. Did I take the time to listen?
The sound became louder. I had a greater mission.

Not realizing I was in prison, He was there to open the door. 
I ignored His knocking and chose to remain there forever more. 

January 19, 2024
MarkWaldrop

He was there all along when I was weak and felt all alone

When I was sick and did not know what to do, He was there and pulled me through

When things seemed to fall all about me, he was there to protect me. 

When I was on top of the mountain, things seemed so grand. He was there holding my hand. 

When my life comes to an end. He will be there, my Best Friend

January 19, 2024
MarkWaldrop

There are nine men, the first full of Love not hate
This man has the greatest of the great

The second is full of Joy not sadness 
This man has a heart of gladness

The third has Peace, no turmoil, within
This man will always remain a friend

The fourth is full of Forbearance
This man is patient in any circumstance

The fifth is full of Kindness
This man shows much righteousness

The sixth is full of Goodness
This man's heart overflows with pureness

The seventh is full of Faithfulness
This man shows great steadfastness

The eighth is full of Gentleness 
This man shows much meekness

The ninth us full of Self-control
This man has been made whole

All nine men are wrapped into one
Our Loving Savior Jesus God’s Son

January 19, 2024
MarkWaldrop

Galatians 5: 22-23. In the New International Version of the Bible, these verses read: But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.

Born into this world, a journey unasked,
In lands unknown, in sunlight basked.
No say in the start, in the cradle of fate,
Yet as we grow, we navigate.

From the first cry to the final breath,
We weave our path through life and death.
No choice at birth, in the place we start,
But choice blooms forth from the heart.

Through valleys low and mountains high,
Underneath the vast, endless sky,
The roads we take, the turns we choose,
In the grand dance of win and lose.

In the end, when we look behind,
A tapestry of paths intertwined,
The places we've been, the sights we've seen,
Crafted by choice, not by gene.

From the cradle's hold to the final scene,
Life's not just what might have been.
It's the journey taken, the roads explored,
In the endless quest of life adored.

So remember this, in the twilight's gleam,
We are not just products of a birthtime dream.
But architects of the paths we've roamed,
In the story of life, beautifully combed.

January 18, 2024
Created by
Mark wakdrop

Distractions turn my focus away from my goals today
The more distractions I see the less constructive I will be

To keep distractions away just focus on God’s Will each day
Without being in His Will I will be headed the wrong way

January 17, 2024
MarkWaldrop

In humble grace, our feet we wash, a gesture meek,
For He, our Lord, in kindness spoke, His wisdom deep.
"Follow my lead," He gently urged, with love so true,
"Serve one another, as I have served you."

No servant stands above their lord, in stature high,
Nor messenger beyond their source, beneath the sky.
A lesson taught in actions pure, not just in word,
Echoes of love, in silent halls, profoundly heard.

Blessings await, not in the knowing, but in deed,
In humble acts of service, love's truest creed.
For in the washing of the feet, in water clear,
We find the path to grace, to love, to all that's dear.

So let us take this sacred lesson to our heart,
And in each humble act, His wisdom we impart.
For in the giving of ourselves, in service kind,
The truest blessing of our souls, we surely find.

January 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop