I may have many years of faith,
From the time I first believed,
But it’s not the length of knowing Him,
That determines what I’ve achieved.

It’s not the years that count the most,
But the love in every deed,
The steps I take in faith each day,
To serve where there is need.

For faith is not a passive gift,
But a journey to impart,
A living trust, a constant walk,
With Christ within my heart.

So let my years in faith be shown,
Not in time, but in my care,
In kindness, hope, and truth I give,
And in His love I share.

May my actions speak of Him I know,
May my life His grace recount,
For it’s not the years of knowing that count,
But the faith in action that surmounts.

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MarkWaldrop

A melody rising through all life’s days.
Soft whispers of hope, or jubilant cries,
A harmony soaring to infinite skies.

Each heart sings a tune, unique and sincere,
Shaped by its journey, its trials, its tears.
For prayers are as varied as stars in the night,
Yet all find their way to the Source of light.

In joy or in sorrow, in love or despair,
Praise is the answer, the soul’s silent prayer.
A chorus of faith, in countless ways,
Uniting us all in a symphony of praise.

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MarkWaldrop 

Did you ever live on a farm so still,
Where the work was hard, and the air had a chill?
Dreading the task of the tough stump row,
A test of resolve where progress was slow.

That dreaded day finally came at last,
The sun beat down, the hours dragged past.
I lowered my head, bit my lip, pressed on,
Each swing of the hoe sang a stubborn song.

Some days in life are just like that row,
Starting out rough with nowhere to go.
But step by step, with grit in your hand,
You clear the way, and you take your stand.

For persistence and faith will see you through,
With every strike, you’re born anew.
Never giving up will shape your soul,
Turning toil into triumph, and making you whole.

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Never leave home without a kiss, a hug,
An “I love you” whispered, warm and snug.
For life is fragile, its course unknown,
And moments once lost are forever gone.

You never know when the last goodbye
Might linger softly beneath the sky.
So hold them close, let your heart be true,
Speak love aloud in all you do.

Cherish every single moment shared,
Each fleeting second shows you care.
For the greatest gift we give, and receive,
Is love that lingers when we must leave.

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MarkWaldrop

Let us tell our story, both bitter and sweet,
Of the mountains we’ve climbed, the valleys we meet.
Of heartaches endured, the tears that we’ve shed,
The lessons we’ve learned, the paths where we’re led.

Let us tell of the joy that brightened our days,
Of laughter and love in life’s winding maze.
Of moments of triumph, of dreams brought to light,
Of courage that carried us through the night.

Let us tell of forgiveness, the healing it brings,
The weight it lifts, the freedom it sings.
Of letting go burdens, the grace to restore,
A soul once broken, now whole once more.

Let us tell of the glory, the beauty divine,
Of hope that endures, of love’s perfect design.
Of the strength we have found in the storms that we faced,
And the faith that sustained us through trials embraced.

Our story is woven with sorrow and cheer,
With threads of redemption and grace ever near.
So let us tell boldly, for all hearts to see,
The tapestry woven through you and through me.

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MarkWaldrop 

Caregivers walk a path unseen,
Through shadows soft, where few have been.
They carry loads they do not share,
A quiet strength, a silent care.

They give their time, their hearts, their all,
Answering every whispered call.
Their days are long, their nights unsure,
Yet love and duty help endure.

They trade their dreams, they set aside,
The fleeting joys for which they’ve cried.
A social life, a carefree day,
Are sacrifices on their way.

The toll it takes, the silent ache,
The heavy heart that will not break.
Yet you won’t see their struggles plain,
Their smiles conceal their hidden strain.

To walk this road is hard, it’s true,
Until you’ve worn their weary shoe.
So honor those who give and give,
For they show us how love can live.

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MarkWaldrop

It’s not the wealth we amass,
Nor the treasures we hold,
Not the glittering gems,
Nor the silver and gold.

It’s the hearts that we cherish,
The bonds that we share,
The love and the laughter,
The moments that care.

For life is but fleeting,
A whisper, a sigh,
And possessions will fade,
As the years pass us by.

But the hands that we hold,
And the voices we hear,
Bring warmth to our souls,
And make life so dear.

So measure your riches
Not in things but in ties,
In the love of your circle,
Where true meaning lies.

For it’s not what we have,
But who walks by our side,
That gives life its value,
Its purpose, its pride.

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MarkWaldrop