Thank You, God, for the promise of peace, For wars to wane and hatred to cease. In Your wisdom, may healing begin, Uniting all hearts, removing all sin.
Thank You, God, for Your steadfast love, A light unyielding from heaven above. Through trials and tears, it gently mends, A love eternal that never ends.
May swords be broken, the earth restored, And nations kneel to call You Lord. With every sunrise, Your mercy sends Hope for a world where conflict ends.
Thank You, God, for the grace You show, For teaching us how true love must grow. Your love endures, forever our friend, A bond unbroken, that will never end.
Their lives are brief, a fleeting spark, A lantern’s glow against the dark. You know the pain, it lies ahead, The day you’ll grieve, the tears you’ll shed.
Yet still, you open wide your heart, Accepting joy with every part. A wagging tail, a gentle paw, Their boundless love, their only law.
For dogs are honest, pure, and true, They live for now, for me and you. No promises of endless days, Just stolen moments, fleeting praise.
And so, you laugh, you chase, you run, You share their light beneath the sun. You love them knowing all too well, That time will toll its final bell.
But maybe in this fragile bond, We glimpse a truth to dwell upon: That love is worth its weight in pain, A fleeting joy, a sweet refrain.
For every loss, a lesson taught, To cherish life, the love it brought. A dog’s short life, a tender cost, A bittersweetness never lost.
So hold them close, these gifts divine, Their time is brief, but wholly mine. No lifelong ties, no grand charade Just love, unbroken, till they fade.
Created by MarkWaldrop
Inspired by Dean Koontz - The Darkest Evening of the Year
There’s no love like the love that a dog has for its boy, Pure and steadfast, a source of endless joy. By the country gate, in the soft twilight glow, The dog waits patiently, tail wagging slow.
Falling autumn leaves whisking in the wind, A golden dance where the day begins to dim. The air carries whispers of footsteps near, And the dog’s ears perk with a joy sincere.
Every rustle, every sound, a promise of return, As the fading sun sets the fields to burn. His eyes gleam bright, filled with trust so true, For a boy’s love is the world he knew.
When at last, the boy comes down the lane, The dog leaps forth, all heart, no restraint. Together they walk, the bond fully complete, Two souls united, where love and loyalty meet.
So by the country gate, through seasons and time, The dog will wait, his devotion sublime. For there’s no love like the love that a dog has for its boy, A love eternal, untouched by life’s ploy.
Through the stillness, a baritone calls, A voice that rises, and softly falls. With every note, a story unfolds, Of love unending, of grace that holds.
Then from the depths, a chorus swells, Two hundred pipers, their music tells— A tale of redemption, a hymn of might, A sound that pierces the soul’s dark night.
The bagpipes wail, their echoes soar, Through hearts and halls, forevermore. A haunting beauty, a sacred sound, That lifts the weary from earthly ground.
Amazing Grace, the timeless refrain, Of sins forgiven, of freedom’s gain. Its melody rings through the ages long, Uniting all in its holy song.
In unison, the pipes declare, The power of mercy, beyond compare. An ethereal power fills the space, A testament to God’s boundless grace.
And as the arena shakes with song, The hearts of many are carried along. For in that moment, heaven seems near, With every note so crystal clear.
A performance etched in time’s embrace, The sound, the spirit, of Amazing Grace.
Young or old, we leave this place, But not all enter Heaven’s grace. No angel’s wings are ours to claim, For only through Christ can we find His name.
A father’s prayer, though deep and true, Cannot bring Heaven’s gates to you. A church’s roll, a baptism’s rite, Won’t place your soul in eternal light.
No preacher’s words, no deeds of good, Can earn the way, though we think they could. The narrow path, the truth, the key, Lies in the words of John 14:6, you see.
For Jesus said, “I am the way, The truth, the life,” there’s no other way. Repent of sin, believe, obey, And walk with Him each passing day.
No treasures of earth, no worldly plan, Can save the soul of mortal man. But Christ’s strong hands can hold you fast, And guide you safely home at last.
So cling to Him, His grace, His love, And trust His promises from above. Your journey ends where faith begins, In Christ alone, forgiven of sin.
Created by MarkWaldrop
Jhn 14:6 Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.
Always do good, let kindness lead, Plant gentle actions like a humble seed. Though you may not see the blooms today, Goodness returns in its own sweet way.
A smile, a hand, a word of care, Ripples of love travel everywhere. What you give out will find its course, Flowing back with a quiet force.
Believe it true, the circle spins, Good deeds bring unexpected wins. In times you need, a light will shine, The fruits of goodness, a gift divine.
So sow your kindness, steady and sure, Its blessings are bound to endure. Always do good, it will come back through, In ways unknown but deeply true.
A brand-new year, a hopeful start, Let’s embrace it with a joyful heart. Leave behind the weight of doubt and fear, For brighter days are drawing near.
With a positive mind and spirits high, We’ll spread our wings and touch the sky. Each challenge we face, a chance to grow, Through trials, our strength will always show.
Let gratitude guide each step we take, And kindness bloom in the choices we make. Together we rise, as dreams come alive, Hand in hand, let us thrive in ’25.
For every sunrise brings a chance anew, To build, to create, to follow through. With courage and love as our steadfast guide, There’s no mountain too steep, no ocean too wide.
So onward we march, with hearts so true, In ‘25, there’s nothing we can’t do. Let’s lift each other, and together we’ll strive, To make this the year we truly thrive!
Former President Jimmy Carter teaches Sunday School class at Maranatha Baptist Church in his hometown Sunday, Aug. 23, 2015, in Plains, Ga. The 90-year-old Carter gave one lesson to about 300 people filling the small Baptist church that he and his wife, Rosalynn, attend. It was Carter’s first lesson since detailing the intravenous drug doses and radiation treatment planned to treat melanoma found in his brain after surgery to remove a tumor from his liver. (AP Photo/David Goldman)
Jimmy Carter said with humble grace, “I tried to make this world a better place.” With quiet strength, he carved his way, Through storms of night to brighter days.
A man of peace with steady hand, He shown goodwill across the land. From humble Plains to the world stage, He wrote his name on history’s page.
He taught us kindness, the power of care, To see each soul as someone rare. He built with hammers, brick, and heart, Giving lives and dreams a brand-new start.
A steward of justice, a friend of the earth, He showed us all what life is worth. Through decades long, his light has shown, In every heart his seeds are sown.
Jimmy Carter, with faith as guide, Brought hope where hopelessness would reside. He tried, he said, and oh, indeed, He met the world’s unyielding need.
So now we say, with love embraced, You made this world a better place. A legacy vast, a life well-spent, Your name is carved in firmament.
