When Eyes Meet

Have you ever walked a shelter aisle,
Dogs of every heart and style?
Some bark loud, some softly stay,
Some race around, some shy away.

Some are nervous, some are calm,
Some just rest with quiet charm.
You look at all—then something’s done,
A glance, a pause… you know that one.

When eyes meet eyes, the choice is clear,
No doubt, no fear—just “you’re my dear.”
Not picked by looks or perfect grace,
But by a knowing, sacred place.

So it is with Jesus calling you,
He seeks the many, not the few.
Some pray aloud with lifted voice,
Some whisper soft—that’s still a choice.

Some kneel strong, some tremble there,
Some bold in faith, some unsure in prayer.
Yet when your eyes meet His that day,
The papers sign—you’re His to stay.

No fee, no test, no earned degree,
Just love that sets the captives free.
Have your eyes met Jesus’ gaze?
That holy look that changes days.

If not, He waits—His arms still wide,
Forever faithful, by your side.

“Yet to all who did receive Him, to those who believed in His name,
He gave the right to become children of God.
John 1:12 (NIV)

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop

             Innocence

Down a dusty path in morning’s glow,
Where golden fields and daydreams grow,
A barefoot child with tousled hair
Walks without hurry, without a care.

Beside him strides a swan so white,
Like grace itself in morning light,
And toddling close with gentle pace
A plush companion, soft with grace.

No fear resides, no need to hide,
The world is good, the sky is wide.
No judgment passed, no bitter test,
Just trust, and wonder, and time to rest.

The fence leans low, the grass bends near,
The trees hum songs that only they hear.
Each step a story, each laugh a hymn,
Each breath a prayer, sincere and dim.

Oh, let us keep what time will steal
The faith that all the world can heal.
For in the heart of this sweet scene,
Lies all we’ve lost—and all that’s clean.

📖 “Unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” – Matthew 18:3

MarkWaldrop

A lover may give you a fleeting kiss,
Soft as the breeze, a moment of bliss.
A friend may offer a warm embrace,
Comforting arms, a kind, familiar face.

But a dog—ah, a dog gives something more,
No need for words, no keeping score.
He lays his soul at your weary feet,
In every wag, his heartbeat sweet.

He asks no promise, expects no part,
Only to gift you his loyal heart.
Through storm and sun, in joy or pain,
He’ll stand by you in loss or gain.

No truer love you’ll ever find,
So pure, so patient, so unconfined.
For in his eyes, you’ll see the start—
Of a bond unbreakable, heart to heart.

In His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

He didn’t grasp the words they said,
No charts or scans ran through his head.
But something shifted in the air—
A silence thick, a weight, a prayer.

The morning walks no longer came,
The voice he loved was not the same.
No laughter danced across the floor,
No hand reached down like times before.

So he stayed.
Closer than breath, quiet as light,
Through the trembling hours, through the night.
His eyes held questions he never voiced,
But his heart made an unwavering choice.

And then one day, the room was bare,
His person gone—just empty air.
But he believed, he still held fast,
Love doesn’t flinch, it only lasts.

They let him in.
A mercy, small. A door ajar.
He found the scent, he knew by star
And climbed into that sterile space
As if it were a sacred place.

No bark, no cry, no restless stir,
Just heartbeat next to heartbeat’s blur.
And suddenly, the machines grew still,
As love did what no drug or skill
Could hope to do. The doctors knew—
This dog had work that he must do.

He didn’t seek a single treat.
No ball, no leash, no praise, no seat.
He needed only one command:
To stay.
To press against a hand.

For sometimes love is not a sound.
It’s not a leap, it’s not a bound.
It’s presence, steady as a drum—
A quiet vow: I will not run.

He stayed.
Until the end, until the light
Grew soft and dim and slipped to night.
And even then, he wouldn’t roam—
For where his human lay… was home.

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

“You see, boy,” the old man said with a sigh,
A faraway glimmer still deep in his eye,
“Once in a man’s life, if he’s lucky, he’ll find
A love that stays etched in the heart and the mind.

Not the kind folks write in a song or a book,
But the kind that you feel with one single look—
The kind that don’t speak, but somehow still knows,
That walks by your side wherever life goes.

I found it once, long before you were born,
In a shaggy ol’ mutt I rescued one storm.
She weren’t much to see, not fancy or grand,
But Lord, she was loyal and sweet as the land.

She’d wait at the door, rain or shine, night or day,
And follow me close every step of the way.
Knew what I felt ’fore I’d utter a word—
A love like that, boy, it’s felt more than heard.

Now some men get two shots, but most get just one,
And when that love leaves, well, the shine leaves the sun.
But once is enough, if you hold it just right—
Don’t blink, don’t waste it, don’t lose it to night.

So listen real close and remember this true:
When love lays its hands on the soul inside you,
Don’t ever take it for granted, not once—
That kind of love don’t come back more than once.”

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop

In sorrow deep, he sat alone,
A heart so heavy, a world unknown.
Roscoe, young, with eyes so wide,
Had lost the love that once stood by.

No food, no light, no will to play,
His spirit fading day by day.
The hands that tried could not erase
The emptiness he could not face.

But fate had plans, unseen, untold,
A weary dog, so frail, so old.
Lost and wandering, tired and weak,
Yet carrying hope they both would seek.

A chance encounter, a bond so true,
A love that sparked, a life renewed.
No longer lost, no longer lone,
Together now, a place called home.

They run, they play, they swim with glee,
Two souls once broken, now set free.
Roscoe finds joy in his friend so dear,
A love that wipes away each tear.

Though life may take, it also gives,
In friendship’s warmth, the spirit lives.
For hearts can heal, and love will mend,
When found within a faithful friend.

MarkWaldrop