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 a world where dreams drift like dandelion seeds,
Where ambition's fire blazes, ignites one's deeds,
There's a simple truth, stark, in daylight's glow,
"If you ain't willin' to work for it, then don't let your complaints flow."

Through fields of effort, where sweat meets soil,
Where the hands get dirty, embroiled in toil,
Lies the harvest of hope, the fruits of strain,
For nothing worth having comes without a little pain.

So cast not your grievances into the wind,
For the winds of change, by work, are pinned.
Grasp the plow, set your sights, dive into the fray,
For the treasures of persistence are found in the sway.

The mountain of dreams, it's steep, it's tall,
But the view from the summit is worth the crawl.
So lace up your boots, set your heart to climb,
Let your actions speak, in rhythm and rhyme.

For the world has little for the idle, the still,
But opens its arms to those who will,
To carve their path, to stake their claim,
To write their story, to light their flame.

So if you stand at the crossroads, if you yearn for the sky,
Remember the mantra that never will die:
"If you ain't willin' to work for it, then let your dreams rest,
For it's in the forge of effort that our mettle's truly test."

March 13, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

In His Presence, I humbly stand  
There is no way to understand

I trust in His Word and the Blessings therein
It was through His Word I invited Jesus in

From that day forward God has been watching over me
Giving me Peace and Comfort with the ability to see

Thank you God for choosing me and setting me free
That I may share your love that others may see

March 13, 2024
MarkWaldrop

In the quiet whispers of dawn, where shadows and light intertwine,
We often trade our blessings, for desires that misalign.
With hearts that yearn for more, in a world that's wide and vast,
We chase the fleeting shadows, forgetting gifts that truly last.

Our blessings, like the stars, are numerous and bright,
Yet we reach for earthly desires, lost in the night.
We forget the joy of simplicity, the peace that comes from within,
In pursuit of momentary pleasures, in a world so loud and grim.

Yet, every heart that wanders, in the end, seeks to find,
The true essence of happiness, a peace that's not defined
By the riches of the world, or the acclaim that fades away,
But in the moments of gratitude, where love and kindness stay.

Let us not trade our blessings, for gold that loses its sheen,
For in the whispers of the heart, lies a treasure unseen.
A contentment that flourishes, in the soil of grateful prayer,
A wealth that’s everlasting, beyond compare.

So let us hold our blessings close, and cherish them with care,
For in each moment of gratitude, we find a joy that's rare.
In the tapestry of life, let kindness be our desire,
A beacon of hope and love, that eternally inspires.

March 13, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

 In whispered tones beneath the sky,  
Where dreams and wishes softly lie,  
The prayer ascends, a hopeful flight,  
Beyond the grasp of mortal sight.

It's not the words, when first they're spoken,  
Nor in the silence, deep and unbroken,  
That marks the moment, true and grand,  
When prayers fulfill what they demand.

It weaves through lives in unseen ways,  
Through darkest nights and brightest days,  
A gentle force, a guiding light,  
That brings the sought-for dawn to night.

For completion's gift, a treasure rare,  
Is found in the hearts of those who care,  
When the prayer, at last, takes its form,  
In peace that follows after the storm.

So hold the faith, and let it be,  
A beacon for all humanity,  
For prayers are answered, not at their start,  
But in the fruition found in each heart.

March 12, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

In fields wide, under skies so vast and blue,  
My grandfather, a farmer true, did stride.  
With mule in tow, through earth, their bond they plied,  
Sharing secrets only the land knew.

"Hard work," he said, with a twinkle in his eye,  
"Is not just sweat that on your brow does bead.  
It's knowing your beast, understanding its need,  
And listening for the mule's contented sigh."

For in that moment, when the air shifts slight,  
With a mule's fart, a simple, earthy art,  
You know your work's done right, straight from the heart,  
In harmony with land from morning light.

This wisdom, passed down through plow and dirt,  
Speaks of more than just the soil we till.  
It's about bonds we forge, the roles we fill,  
And finding joy in work, and comfort in mirth.

So when the day ends, and shadows stretch long,  
I recall his words, a simple, profound part  
Of legacy, wrapped in a mule's silent start
A reminder of where true values belong.

March 12, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Penned in Memory of Phil & Biscuit Sims Dad

In the quest for peace, day by day I tread,  
Seeking solace where spirits lay their head.  
"Jesus," they say, "in the bottle's depth hides,"  
A hope I clutch as my solitary guide.  

I thought I glimpsed Him, in the glass's gleam,  
A fleeting vision, or so it did seem.  
But illusions shatter, fall to the floor,  
Leaving me empty, yearning for more.  

Yet, amidst the fragments of hope and despair,  
A whisper of strength floats in the air.  
"I will begin anew," I softly decree,  
"When the morrow lends its vigor to me."  

For in the search, away from the night's shade,  
Lies the promise of a dawn, freshly made.  
With resilience as my newfound friend,  
I'll seek not in bottles, but in the bend  

Of life's river, where peace gently flows,  
And the light of salvation brightly glows.  
There, in the clarity of day's embrace,  
I'll find Jesus, beyond the bottle's chase.

March 12, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

In this moment, shadowed by night's deepest gloom,
We yearn for light, to pierce the overwhelming doom.
A whisper in the silence, a plea, soft and dour,
"We need God's healing power in this hour."

From the depths of despair, where our fears reside,
To the peaks of hope, where faith and love collide,
Let us seek the grace that showers like a springtime flower,
Craving God's healing power in this hour.

For the wounded heart and the burdened soul,
May divine compassion play its gentle role.
In every trial, may we discover the strength to tower,
Empowered by God's healing power in this hour.

Let the stars above remind us of love's eternal light,
Guiding us through the darkness, making our spirits bright.
In unity, let us stand, in faith let us not cower,
United in our need for God's healing power in this hour.

So we pray, with hands clasped and heads bowed low,
For healing streams from heaven's gates to flow.
In our darkest moments, in our neediest bower,
We find hope and refuge in God's healing power.

March 12, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop