We should look for the good in every man, For we know not God’s eternal plan. What we have in the world today, Are sinners redeemed, finding Jesus along the way.
Just the beginning of knowing His grace, The promises of God in every place. Growing in scripture, hearts open wide, He walks with us, wherever we abide.
In every soul, His light can shine, Transforming hearts, divine design. Seek the good, embrace His love, Guided always by the Lord above.
For in each journey, each path we trod, We are never alone, upheld by God. Through faith and trust, we understand, The beauty of His eternal plan.
A casual Christian, shallow as can be, Content to float on faith’s vast, tranquil sea. They shy away from scriptures' depths profound, Unseen, the love that in His word is found.
Clinging tight to old, familiar ways, Avoiding truths that challenge, yet amaze. God saves us from the dark, engulfing sin, Yet it's our choice to keep from falling in.
A love so vast, it seeks to set us free, Yet only if we let go, can we see. Dive deeper, and His grace will light the way, Transforming night to dawn, and dusk to day.
June 6, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
Jas 1:22 Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says
In the quest for God's love, a journey deep and true, Never satisfied, yet seeking, in hearts both old and new. Where to seek among the meek, in whispers soft and mild? In humble souls and gentle hearts, where grace is reconciled.
Amidst the quiet valleys and the shadows of the hill, In the laughter of the children, in the song of the whippoorwill. In acts of kindness, simple gestures, and words of tender care, God's love resides, ever-present, for those who seek it there.
In the touch of a stranger's hand, in the warmth of a friend's embrace, In the tears of joy and sorrow, in every sacred space. For God's love knows no boundaries, it's boundless as the sea, And in the hearts of the meek, it finds its sanctuary.
So seek not in grandeur or in riches vast and grand, But in the quiet moments, in the touch of a helping hand. For God's love is ever-present, in the meek and lowly soul, In every act of kindness, in every heart made whole.
In the pouring rain, a gentleman stepped out, From his SUV, with a heart devout. Two kids ahead, one pushing a broken bike, He paused his world, to do what's right.
Drenched in the rain, he knelt down low, Fixed the bike with a gentle glow. Five minutes passed, yet seemed like a while, Kids rode off happy, he left with a smile.
An act of kindness, pure and bright, Lit up the day, in the soft rainlight. A moment so simple, yet deeply profound, He gave us a smile, as love came around.
God makes my little tail wiggle with delight, In the morning's glow, or the soft moonlight. Life's twists and turns, we cannot foresee, Yet love's gentle touch sets our spirits free.
A dog’s love, pure and true, like heaven’s grace, Brings joy to our hearts, a warm embrace. They teach us kindness, patience, and care, In their eyes, we find a love so rare.
Through wagging tails and playful barks, They light up our lives, leave lasting marks. They give us love, unconditionally, And we return it, naturally.
But there's more to this bond, so deep and strong, In their presence, we feel we belong. For in loving them, we learn to be kind, To open our hearts, and broaden our mind.
God’s hand in each moment, subtle yet clear, Through the love of a dog, He draws us near. They make us better, their love is divine, In their company, God’s blessings shine.
So, cherish each moment, each wag of the tail, For in loving them, we can never fail. God makes my little tail wiggle, it's true, Through the love of a dog, His love shines through.
There was a young man who returned from war, Called home to his mother, his voice raw and sore. "I'm back in the States, Mom, I'm finally here." Her heart leapt with joy, her eyes filled with cheer.
"I'm preparing a feast, all your favorites, dear." He said, "Mom, I'd like to bring a friend near." "Of course, son," she said, "That's wonderful news." But he had more to share, his tone somber, subdued.
"My friend lost his eye in the midst of the fight." "That's no problem, son," she answered, polite. "There's another thing, Mom, he lost his right leg." "That's a bit harder, but we'll make it," she said.
"One more thing, Mom, his right arm's gone too." She paused, then replied, "We'll manage for you." "But, Mom," he continued, "I promised he'd stay." Her voice grew uncertain, "Son, not in that way."
"We can't handle that, it's too much to bear, The costs and the strain, it wouldn't be fair." He replied softly, "I'll tell him, it's fine." The next day, the news left her heart in a bind.
Her son took his life, the burden too great, The friend he spoke of was his own broken state. He sought understanding, a place to belong, But faced with rejection, he couldn't stay strong.
Now she lives with the guilt, the echoing pain, Wishing she'd seen past his words to his strain. A lesson in love, in acceptance so true, For every soldier, and the battles they go through.
