In the tapestry of life, so wide and vast,
Each thread intertwines, from first to last.
"Everything for a reason," the wise often say,
In its own season, finds its way.
Spring's first bloom, after winter's chill,
Teaches patience, to wait for what will.
Summer's warmth brings growth to light,
Reminding us to strive, to reach new heights.
Autumn's leaves, in colors bold,
Show change is beauty, as life unfolds.
Winter's snow, so pure and clear,
Whispers rest, and draws loved ones near.
Through joy and sorrow, sunshine and rain,
Life’s seasons teach us, again and again.
Everything has its time, its own reason to be,
In this beautiful cycle, we find clarity.
So let us embrace, whatever the season,
For life's myriad moments, hold deeper meaning.
"Everything for a reason," a mantra so true,
In every season, life renews.
March 5, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Penned for a dear family member
Diversity breeds tolerance in our lives anew.
Without diversity new ideas we could not brew
All thinking alike new meaning would not come into sight
Diversity is found in God's plan it brings us into His Light
March 4, 2024
MarkWaldrop
Wright or wrong day by day
Where does it come from anyway
Did I inherit it with my soul
Is knowing God my ultimate goal
Wright or wrong day by day
Learning more along the way
March 4, 2024
MarkWaldrop
In the stillness of the night, I felt His Peace and Quiet.
At Noon, when the storm clouds loom, I have no fright.
Under God’s Wing with Jesus in my Heart
My soul is calm. Every day is a fresh start.
March 4, 2024
MarkWaldrop
In a world not always kind, under skies sometimes grey,
Lived Reggie, a little dog, in turmoil's harsh sway.
His fur, as white as fresh winter snow,
Held a story of sorrow, more than most know.
Two months past, fate's hand gently guided,
To a soul in need, where love resided.
A cruelty endured, one eye lost, a spirit not broken,
In Reggie's heart, his resilience, a token.
At two, life's chapters, both bitter and sweet,
Found solace in kindness, a gesture so neat.
A new family's embrace, a haircut, a sign,
Of beginnings anew, where stars align.
On Sunday, the scissors whispered tales of rebirth,
Trimming away the past, revealing his worth.
And today, oh today, in the playground's embrace,
Swings cradled his dreams, in a serene space.
He soared through the air, with the wind in his fur,
A moment so pure, no past could deter.
He wanted to say hi, to the world, to the sky,
A simple hello, from a dog, once shy.
Reggie, the little white dog, with a heart so vast,
Teaches us love, resilience, a bond that will last.
In his eyes, a story, a journey, a plea,
To see beyond sorrow, and just let him be.
So here's to Reggie, a beacon of light,
A testament to love's unwavering might.
In a world not always kind, he found his way,
A cute little white dog, who had much to say.
March 4, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the tapestry of life, so grand and vast,
God wove each soul, a spell to cast.
With freedom of choice in every heart,
A journey of faith, from the start.
Some choose the path where God's light shines,
A road of love, divine designs.
Others may wander, lost in the night,
Swayed by shadows, out of sight.
Yet, let us be carriers of the Good,
Reaching out, as we should.
To those caught in evil's snare,
Offering hope, showing we care.
For in the grand design, it's clear to see,
Good triumphs over evil, ultimately.
A battle fought with love and grace,
Leading every lost soul to a sacred place.
So, let our actions reflect the light,
Guiding all towards what is right.
For in the end, it's love that wins,
A force that forgives, and cleanses sins.
Together, let's stand, strong and true,
With every deed, let goodness flow through.
For in the tapestry that God has spun,
Good shall prevail, when all is said and done.
March 3, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
If LittleBit could talk, what would he say?
Thank you for being my family every day.
Keeping me safe and warm, I'm most thankful for.
Taking me to the Vet when my paw is sore.
God sent me to you, and you to me.
To give us comfort and security.
If I go first, which I most likely will.
Meet me at the Rainbow Bridge.
We’ll all cross over the hill.
March 3, 2024
MarkWaldrop
Penned for
Biscuit T. & Ann Sims
Now I lay me down to sleep
If I should die before I wake
My money I shall not take
My love for you is all that will travel
As I approach your merciful gavel
Forgive me for my sins and lack of love for you
I will try to serve others as You would have me do
February 3, 2024
MarkWaldrop
In the heart of every believer, a commission rests,
Whispered in the sacred moments, when soul meets divine,
"Feed My sheep," He says, a testament of the quest,
A journey of love, from the vine to the wine.
This love, not made, but revealed in radiant beams,
The essence of God, through the Spirit, now ours,
Binding us to the Father, in the stream
Of a love so vast, it empowers and empowers.
Like Jesus, united with God in seamless grace,
Obedient, poured out for the world's embrace,
He sends us forth, His path to trace,
"In My love," He says, "find your place."
Peter's heart, once torn, now sees,
Love's true face, in the Master's peace.
"Not words, but deeds," the Savior decrees,
"Feed My sheep," in this, My love releases.
Among His flock, some lost, some stray,
Some with coats of pain, some fray.
Yet, God's love knows no dismay,
Through us, His love finds its way.
Prejudice and preference, we must transcend,
For in God's love, there's no end.
To every sheep, His love we send,
His commission, our mission, till the end.
Let not emotions, our hearts mislead,
For it's by His Spirit, His sheep we feed.
In every act of love, a holy seed,
God's love, through us, a river freed.
So, heed the call, let love be your creed,
For in feeding His sheep, we find our deed.
In every gesture, every need,
We echo Christ, in word and deed.
Jhn 21:17 The third time he said to him, "Simon son of John, do you love me?" Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, "Do you love me?" He said, "Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you." Jesus said, "Feed my sheep.
March 3, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
A drop of water, I cannot make
How many drops to fill a lake
The oceans deep and wide filled with countless drops You provide
The springs from the mountains overflow with tears You've cried
The God above who makes the water is the Potter who forms me
Combing water with the clay He breathes life that I may see
Thank you, God, for sending your love from Heaven above
That your Holiness through your Son Jesus shows Your Love.
March 1, 2024
MarkWaldrop
