I have butterflies when I began to speak I make them Holy from the spirit I seek The butterflies slow their wings to a rhythm of love Sent from My Heavenly Father from Heaven above Calmness comes from within not from without in a world of sin Thank you for sending Your Son Jesus to come live within March 19, 2024 Mark Waldrop
In the heart of Philadelphia’s vibrant hum, Lies a tale of simple faith, from which great lessons come. A little girl, with hopes so high and pockets light, Stood outside a church, a sorrowful sight. "Too crowded," they said, "No room for you today." Her heart broke in pieces; she couldn't pray. But a pastor saw, beyond her shabby frame, A soul yearning for love, not seeking fame. With a gentle hand, he led her through the door, Found a spot in Sunday School, on the polished floor. That night, her heart light, she dreamed of spaces wide, Where no child was turned away, no tears to hide. Years passed, her light dimmed, to heaven, she did depart, Leaving behind a purse, and an enormous heart. Fifty-seven cents and a note, scrawled with love so pure, "This is to help the church grow, of this, I am sure." The pastor, moved by love, shared her story wide, A call to hearts of many, letting her spirit guide. A wealthy man, touched by grace, offered land to sow, For fifty-seven cents, a new hope began to grow. Donations poured like rain, from places far and near, A testament to love, and to a girl so dear. From her small gift, a legacy was born, A church, a university, a hospital, dawned. Temple Baptist Church, with seats for thousands more, Temple University, with knowledge at its core. The Good Samaritan Hospital, a beacon of healing light, And a Sunday School, where no child is out of sight. Her portrait hangs, a reminder of what faith can do, Beside Dr. Russell H. Conwell, whose vision saw it through. Fifty-seven cents, not just a meager sum, But a seed of faith, from which miracles come. In Philadelphia, remember this tale so bright, Of a little girl’s love, shining ever so light. What God can do with fifty-seven cents, you see, Is a testament to faith, love, and humility. March 18, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Little feet depend on you and me To direct their path to being happy Little feet are so tender and bare Caress them to show we care Little feet will follow behind our steps Growing each day in love that helps Little feet will be grown someday Other little feet will follow and play March 17, 2024 MarkWaldrop
In a realm where the skies stretch endless and blue, Beyond the veil, where each dawn feels brand new, There's a place, serene, where love's forever true, A heavenly home where our pets wait, in view. Gentle meadows under soft, eternal light, Where the air hums with joy, day and night, Here, every bond remains unbroken, tight, In this paradise, every soul takes flight. No farewell here, just a sweet, serene pause, Where time's embrace gently softens its jaws, Every creature basks in love's warm applause, Bound by a promise, without any clause. Through the fields, they come running to greet, With wagging tails and purrs, oh so sweet, In their eyes, the love we've always known, They wait for us, in this heavenly home. So fear not the journey, or the passage of time, For in this divine haven, everything's sublime, Our pets, our friends, in their prime, Whisper, "It's easy to come home, where love's the rhyme." March 17, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In the quiet twilight's gentle dome, Where the whispers of the evening roam, There's a solace in the breeze that's blown, Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home. Through the miles that stretch and vast skies dome, Past the fields where wildflowers have grown, There's a path that's lit by the love shown, Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home. As the stars above start to brightly shone, And the moon in its full glory is thrown, My heart beats a rhythm, soft-tone, Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home. No matter how far or wide I've flown, To lands unknown, on journeys of my own, There's a beacon, constantly, brightly sown, Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home. For home is not just a place of stone, But where love and warmth are forever known, A haven where seeds of trust are grown, Knowing you will be there, makes it easy to go home. March 17, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
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
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