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

In life, it's not just the paths we choose,  
But the companions who our spirits fuse.  
Through valleys low or mountains high,  
The truest wealth is who's by your side.  

Not destinations, grand and wide,  
But the hearts in which we confide.  
For journeys taken, short or long,  
It's the shared laughter, our sweetest song.  

With every step, a story weaves,  
In the tapestry of memories we leave.  
It's not the places that we roam,  
But who walks with us, makes it home.  

In the dance of life, under the moon's soft glow,  
It's not where we land, but who we know.  
Through storms and sunshine, joy and strife,  
The beauty of journey, the essence of life.  

So cherish the ones who make you feel true,  
In life's grand adventure, it's who goes with you.  
For in the end, when the day is through,  
It's not where you go, but who's with you.

March 11, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

One step at a time, let's tread this earth,  
A journey of miles, starts with a single birth.  
Each foot placed down with intent so clear,  
Can change the world, near and dear.  

With every step, let's plant a seed,  
Of love, of hope, in every deed.  
A tree that grows, tall and grand,  
Spreading shade, across the land.  

One smile, one word, of kindness spread,  
Can lift a heart, heavy as lead.  
A gesture small, a helping hand,  
Can ripple out, across the sand.  

Change doesn't call for grand displays,  
But in simple acts, through everyday ways.  
A choice to listen, to understand,  
To walk in peace, across this land.  

One step at a time, let's pave the way,  
For brighter dawns, and kinder days.  
For in each step, a chance resides,  
To craft a world, where love abides.  

So let's take that step, with hearts so bold,  
To change the world, to shape its mold.  
For step by step, with love as our guide,  
We'll see the change, side by side.

March 10, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

In the tapestry of life, where shadows play,
Where doubt and fear often sway,
There's a verse, a beacon of divine light,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

"For God has not given us a spirit of fear,"
A whisper that draws the weary near,
"But of power, and of love, and of a sound mind,"
In these words, a promise we find.

With power, we rise above the storm,
Our spirits resilient, our hearts warm.
In love, a foundation, deep and profound,
Where compassion and kindness abound.

A sound mind, a gift, to discern and to guide,
In wisdom's embrace, we confidently stride.
Together, these virtues form a steadfast shield,
In their light, the path ahead is revealed.

Fear has no hold, no claim on our soul,
For we're cradled in arms that make us whole.
In every challenge, every trial we face,
We're empowered by an unending grace.

So let us walk, not in shadows, but in light,
With faith as our compass, and hearts burning bright.
For we are called, not to fear, but to soar,
With a spirit of power, love, and much more.

2Ti 1:7  for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.

March 9, 2024
Created by 
MarkWaldrop

In the heart of turmoil, where doubts arise,  
Where the path ahead, obscured from our eyes,  
A question lingers in the air, tense and grim,  
To surrender or fight, on a whim?

But in this moment, a choice to be made,  
Not of defeat, but of courage displayed.  
To yield not to fear, but to a higher call,  
Surrendering all, lest we fall.

To Him, we give our hopes, our dreams,  
Our failures, our tears, our silent screams.  
In surrender, we find a paradox so sweet,  
In letting go, we're made complete.

For in the act of giving up control,  
We find a strength that makes us whole.  
God's promise comes alive, so real,  
Equipping us with His zeal.

He arms us with grace, for every task,  
In His presence, boldly we can bask.  
With every step, through every trial,  
He guides us, mile after mile.

So, when faced with the question, deep and dire,  
To surrender or face the fire,  
Choose to give everything, your all,  
And watch as God breaks down every wall.

Through crisis, through storm, through darkest night,  
Hold onto faith, hold onto His light.  
For God will equip you, make you strong,  
In His love, you'll find where you belong.

March 8, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop