God would rather have your availability,
Not the heights of your skill or ability.
He calls the willing, not just the strong,
Those who’ll follow His path, journey long.

He’s not impressed by talent alone,
But by hearts that seek Him, fully shown.
For in His hands, the meek can soar,
Doing things they never dreamed before.

He sees the heart, pure and true,
And He knows exactly what it can do.
If you’ll say, “Here I am, use me, Lord,”
He’ll give you strength, love as your sword.

So bring Him your willingness, not just your might,
For God can turn the darkest night bright.
He’ll use the humble, the broken, the small,
If they’re simply ready to answer His call.

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MarkWaldrop

Christianity is not a bondage; it sets you free,
It’s grace that unshackles and helps you to see.
While religion may bind you, with rules to obey,
Faith in Christ opens the true, living way.

For laws and traditions can weigh on the heart,
But a life in His Spirit brings a brand-new start.
It’s not about rituals, or duties to keep,
It’s the joy of His promise and a love that runs deep.

Religion may tether, with chains that confine,
But the freedom in Jesus is a gift so divine.
It’s not striving or earning, or fearing you’ll fall,
It’s resting in Him who has answered the call.

He breaks every burden, lifts off every yoke,
Breathes life into hearts where His Spirit spoke.
It’s not about striving for a mark to achieve,
But living in freedom, by grace we receive.

So step out of bondage, and walk in His light,
For His truth sets you free, and His love gives you flight.
Christianity is freedom, not walls that confine,
It’s a journey with Jesus, where your soul can truly shine.

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MarkWaldrop 

Be kinder than necessary, each step that you take,
For every soul’s a traveler, with burdens they don’t forsake.
A gentle word, a tender touch, may lift a heavy load,
And brighten up the weary path on life’s uncertain road.

The smile you share, the time you give, could be a needed light,
To someone lost within the dark, who’s searching for the right.
You may not see the impact made, the change that you inspire,
But kindness is a spark that grows, igniting heart’s desire.

So pause to show compassion, when it’s easiest to walk away,
Extend your hand, forgive the fault, choose gentleness today.
For kindness given freely, more precious than we know,
Can heal the unseen wounds of those who hide their tears below.

Be kinder than necessary, for life is brief and swift,
And every act of kindness is a precious, lasting gift.
In a world that craves more love, your heart’s unselfish grace,
May be the very thing that helps to fill another’s space.

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MarkWaldrop

Jesus died on the cross,
A criminal on the right, myself on the left,
The weight of sin upon us, heavy and deft.
The other, blind to grace, did not see,
But in my heart, I cried, “Lord, remember me.”

I was drowning in sin, lost and bereft,
But He turned toward me as I drew my last breath.
With tearful eyes, I asked, “May I come with Thee?”
And His voice spoke gently, setting my spirit free.

“This day, you will be with me in Paradise,”
His promise lifted me beyond earth’s ties.
I bowed my head, with peace in my heart,
And as my soul departed, I embraced a new start.

No longer bound by the chains of my past,
I entered His kingdom, redeemed at last.
In the light of His mercy, I found my place,
In the arms of my Savior, embraced by grace.

Luk 23:43  And Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, To day shalt thou be with me in paradise.

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     The Choice Within

Why am I lonely? Why am I sad?
Could it be my fault, that I refuse to be glad?
Do I hold on to shadows, cling to the night,
When all around me is yearning for light?

Is it the pain that I cradle so tight,
Keeping me bound, afraid of the bright?
Do I shut out the joy, turn from its call,
Building these walls that do nothing but stall?

What if the answer lies deep inside,
A choice I must make, a place I can’t hide?
To open my heart, let hope find its way,
To release all the hurt and welcome the day.

For joy is a seed that struggles to grow,
When watered with doubt, it falters below.
But with each step of faith, each moment I try,
I find that the sun is still there in the sky.

So why am I lonely? Why am I sad?
Perhaps it’s time to choose to be glad.
To loosen my grip on the sorrow I’ve known,
And let love and light reclaim their throne.

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Grief shared is grief diminished,
A burden lightened, pain relinquished.
In whispered words and tearful eyes,
The sorrow fades, the spirit flies.

For when we lean on those we trust,
Our hearts can heal, as hearts they must.
In every tear that others see,
A part of grief is set free.

Love shared is love increased,
A light that spreads and is released.
In every touch, in every smile,
It grows and stretches mile by mile.

For love, when given, does not fade,
But multiplies in bonds we’ve made.
The more we give, the more we find,
A love that blooms in heart and mind.

So let us share both grief and love,
For both are gifts from up above.
In sorrow shared, we find release,
In love, we find our soul’s increase.

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MarkWaldrop

“Go down to the potter’s house,” the Lord once said,
To Jeremiah, in his spirit led.
For some lessons in life, we must descend,
Not in our heights, but where we bend.

Down to the place where the potter molds,
Shaping murky clay with gentle holds.
For in our lows, we are made to see,
The work of the Potter in you and me.

The clay He chooses, though flawed and weak,
Is pressed and pounded, soft and meek.
For the Potter knows, with every strike,
The cracks will form, but He makes them right.

Are you being pressed against the wall,
Feeling broken, shattered, small?
Fear not, the Potter’s hands are sure,
He works with love, so we endure.

In our impurities, we often break,
But the Potter never makes a mistake.
With patient hands, He starts anew,
Forming vessels strong and true.

We are not thrown away, despite our flaws,
The Potter’s love obeys no laws.
With mediocre clay, He forms with grace,
Vessels to adorn His holy place.

Are you broken now? Rejoice and know,
In His hands, your beauty will grow.
Glazed and shining, you’ll stand one day,
A perfect vessel, shaped His way.

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MarkWaldrop

Taken from words of my friend
Ramon Tristani

Through the prism of faith, pure and bright,
God’s Light shines forth, a beacon of might.
Three sides reflect in perfect form,
The Father, the Son, the Spirit reborn.

God the Father, eternal and wise,
His love pours down from heavenly skies.
Creator of all, His hands did mold,
A world of wonders, both new and old.

God the Son, the Savior, so pure,
In His sacrifice, our hope is sure.
Through the cross, His mercy flows,
His love a light that forever glows.

God the Spirit, gentle and true,
Guiding us daily in all that we do.
His presence within, a whisper so near,
A flame of comfort, dispelling all fear.

As light passes through, the colors break free,
A spectrum of grace for all to see.
Through this prism, God’s glory is shown,
Reflecting His love, making it known.

In the Father, the Son, the Spirit’s embrace,
We reflect His light, His boundless grace.
Through us, His truth and love take flight,
Shining forever in radiant light.

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Mark Waldrop