In a world torn by strife and fear, Where brother wars with brother, dear, And Nature bears the wrath of man, A plea for love, to heal and span.
How can one hate yet claim to love? When skies darken and storms move above, Each act of malice, a wound so deep, On this earth where we sow, we reap.
Love is the breath, the vital air, The essence that all souls must share. For without it, our spirits starve, Diminished in the dark we carve.
Our self-esteem, once bold and bright, Without love’s touch, loses its light. Our courage fades, we falter, fall, In shadows that our fears install.
No longer can we gaze with hope, But inward turn, with ourselves cope. Feeding on our lonely cries, In this self-made void, our spirit dies.
So let us love, not just some, but all, From the mighty right to the meekly small. For love alone can break these chains, Restore our souls, and heal our pains.
Crested by MarkWaldrop
"It is hard for me to understand a culture that not only hates and fights his brothers but even attacks Nature and abuses her. Man must love all creation or he will love none of it. Love is something you and I must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon it. Without love our self esteem weakens. Without it our courage fails. Without love we can no longer look out confidently at the world. Instead we turn inwardly and begin to feed upon our own personalities and little by little we destroy ourselves." - Chief Dan George -
Too many speak of politics and pride, With passion for votes, they do not hide. Yet in the silence, where souls are lost, They've forgotten the cross and what it cost.
They debate with fervor, their voices loud, But of Jesus' name, they're timid not proud. Where is the zeal to share the light, To bring the wandering to His sight?
For votes will fade and kingdoms fall, But His Word remains, the call for all. So let us turn from worldly ways, And lift up Jesus in all our days.
The harvest is plenty, the workers are few, Will you speak of Him, or just argue what's due? It's time to share the greatest gift, And let the name of Jesus lift.
When I see my neighbor, I sometimes compare, Judging his actions, though it’s not my affair. But deep in my heart, I know what’s true, I should not judge, but love like You.
Help me to be more like Jesus above, Who came not to condemn, but to offer love. He walked among sinners, yet did not scorn, For His Father, God, is Love, from whom grace is born.
Let me see with eyes that care, And a heart that’s willing to share, For in loving others, I find my way, To live like Jesus, day by day.
So when I see my neighbor, let judgment cease, And may love and kindness increase. For God is Love, this truth I know, And in His love, my soul will grow.
When I see my neighbor, I sometimes compare, Judging his actions, though it’s not my affair. But deep in my heart, I know what’s true, I should not judge, but love like You.
Help me to be more like Jesus above, Who came not to condemn, but to offer love. He walked among sinners, yet did not scorn, For His Father, God, is Love, from whom grace is born.
Let me see with eyes that care, And a heart that’s willing to share, For in loving others, I find my way, To live like Jesus, day by day.
So when I see my neighbor, let judgment cease, And may love and kindness increase. For God is Love, this truth I know, And in His love, my soul will grow.
Jesus meets us where we are, Whether very near or very far. Whether I’ve been good, doing the best I can, Or a devout sinner, wandering the land.
It’s not what we’ve done in days gone by, Or the tears we've shed when we questioned why. Jesus said, “It’s what you do from now that will last, For in Me, your future is not bound by the past.”
He opens His arms, no matter our state, With love so pure, it’s never too late. Whether we stand in the light or in the dark, His grace ignites a brand-new spark.
So, I’ll trust in His word, and walk His way, Knowing He’ll guide me every day. For Jesus meets us where we are, And with Him, no distance is ever too far.
Everybody gets old, or that's what I'm told, With more miles behind me than ahead to behold. I should look ahead, for the journey's not done, And prepare my heart for the rising of the sun.
I pray that my steps will find the right way, Guided by faith as I walk through each day. May wisdom be with me, as time takes its toll, For everybody gets old, but peace fills the soul.
The road may be winding, the nights may grow cold, But I trust in the promise that love never folds. So, I'll keep pressing on, with hope as my guide, For the future is bright, with the Lord by my side.
And when the day comes that my journey must cease, I pray that I find a sweet, eternal peace. Everybody gets old, that's what I've been told, But with grace, I'll embrace it, and let the story unfold.
Victories on the way, though valleys we may tread, Through shadows deep and heavy, where hope seems almost dead, Yet in the midst of hardships, a light begins to gleam, For through Jesus, there's a victory waiting in the stream.
The valley rests between two peaks, a journey in between, A place where faith is tested, where fears can be unseen, But from the depths we gather strength, a courage firm and true, To climb the next great mountain, with skies of endless blue.
For every valley passed, a mountaintop awaits, Where joy and peace will greet us, beyond the narrow gates, And as we climb each rise, with faith to guide our way, We know the strength we gain today will serve another day.
So let each valley teach us, let each summit make us strong, For victories are on the way, through every trial long, And as we journey forward, our hearts will ever pray, That faith will grow with every step, and guide us on our way.
