My desire to do the best I can each day
To hold nothing against anyone, I pray 

To help others in their time of need
For at one time, I also did bleed

My desire to know my Creator on a personal basis
Through His Son Jesus, who is so Divenly Gracious

My desire to walk a little closer to Him each day 
Keeping my eye on His son Jesus as I walk along the way

April 30, 2024
MarkWaldrop

In this life where shadows loom and dance,  
Without spiritual insurance, we risk each glance,  
Where calamities may stride unbidden through our days,  
Such insurance not to ward, but mend the frays.

It’s not a shield against the storm’s harsh roar,  
Nor does it bar every unwelcome door;  
It doesn't keep the bad at bay, you see,  
But offers restoration, a chance to be free.

With this assurance deep within the soul,  
Find peace that completes, that makes you whole.  
A lifetime’s peace, so vividly profound,  
In every whispered breeze, in every sound.

Hold fast to this insurance, tightly spun,  
From threads of faith, hope, and love, not undone.  
It’s the peace that comes from knowing deep,  
Your spirit’s safe, forever to keep.

April 29, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

A scriptural rockhound, I might be
Turning over each rock that I see

I choose each scripture like a rock
To examine it intensively like a hawk

I fill my bucket with these carefully picked gems
I  prayerfully examine them through a spiritual lense 

The deeper I dig, the more valuable they become
This is from where God’s granted wisdom comes 

Being a rock hound, I have a most curious mind
I am always excited by what I continue to find

Thank you, God, for the scriptures I can explore
That I might become closer to you forevermore

April 29, 2024
MarkWaldrop
Dedicated to
Gunars “Gunny” Cakste KE8RTS
Resident Rockhound on The Bible Fellowship Net

In the tapestry of time, threads weave unseen,
Paths converge where we’ve never been.
Each moment crafted by hands divine,
“Such a time as this,” whispers the grand design.

God sets the stage, the scenes, the plot,
In places unknown, yet not forgot.
Called into roles only we can fill,
For such a time as this, by His sovereign will.

The world may shift, the shadows may twist,
Yet each step is guided through the mist.
For such a time as this, we stand prepared,
In the light of a purpose uniquely declared.

Like Esther bold, before the throne,
With courage not her own, but loaned.
We rise to meet the call, the task,
In God’s timing, we simply bask.

For such a time as this, not early, not late,
Each moment ordained, none to waste.
God’s plan unfolds, each chapter a gift,
For such a time as this, we live to uplift.

April 29, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

In a world bathed in divine light’s glow, Where God’s Love’s current ceaselessly flows, Would bitterness still find its roots to sow? Or would peace blossom, and ceaseless kindness grow?

Would storms within calm, and inner wars cease, As hearts align under a sacred, silent peace? Could grudges old as time dissolve, release, And from chains of despair, we find sweet release?

In the warmth of compassion’s tender embrace, Every shadow chased away, without a trace, In every encounter, a chance to face The depth of God’s Love, its infinite grace.

What kind of world could this world be? If I let Love guide me, truly free, Not just a dream of what might be, But a lived truth, for you, for me.

April 28, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

In the quiet whispers of the twilight dim,
“Come to me,” a gentle call, not just a whim.
All you weary, with burdens so grim,
In my embrace, find rest within.

Take up my yoke, let’s walk side by side,
Learn from me, in my steps abide.
For I am gentle, humble in my stride,
In my heart, your soul can confide.

For this yoke is easy, this burden light,
No heavy chains, no endless fight.
Find peace with me through the darkest night,
In my love, find your soul’s delight.


Mat 11:28  "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Mat 11:29  Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
Mat 11:30  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."

April 28, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

Dear God, a humble prayer I raise, In whispered tones at break of day.“ Use me,” I plea, in all your ways, As morning light outlines the gray.

“Change me,” I ask, with fervent heart, Mold me like clay beneath your hands. From old to new, a fresh new start, Align my steps with your commands.

“Make me anew,” a quiet vow, Reshape my soul, refine my fire. In your presence, I humbly bow, Transform me, lift me ever higher.

As you work your will, so vast and wide, In my life, a canvas blank and bare, Paint strokes of grace, let love abide, Under your care, I place each care.

April 27, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

Give me strength when I am weak,
In feeble moments, let courage peak.
Give me love when hate takes hold,
A gentle warmth within the cold.

Give me forgiveness when I condemn,
To see beyond fault’s diadem.
Give me compassion when I see hurt,
A tender balm for pain’s assert.

Give me action when I see need,
To be the hands that plant the seed.
For in giving, I receive,
And in freeing others, I am set free.

April 26, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

In quiet grace, yet strong with pride, Humble heart, with courage wide. Where hides the joy of tales foretold? In whispered winds, in scripts of old.

I bow my head, yet rise in might, Stretching soul to heaven’s light. My heart ascends, beyond the fray, In the embrace of break of day.

For in the hands of God’s own Son, Where faith and action weave as one, All dreams may bloom, and fears allay—For those who trust, who kneel and pray.

April 26, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

In the quiet corners of the heart,
Where whispers trace the start,
Lies a peace that softly treads,
Beyond what chaos spreads.

It flows like a silent stream,
In the gentle hold of a dream,
Where troubles melt and fade,
Underneath the willow’s shade.

This peace, it knows no bound,
Nor needs a world profound,
It wraps the soul in a gentle embrace,
In the bustling crowd, a solitary space.

So precious, this serene expanse,
It comes not by luck nor chance,
But in moments small and grand,
It’s found in the palm of an open hand.

Understanding, a subtle guest,
In this peace, it finds its rest,
A calm that covers like evening dew,
Show me this peace, ever true.

April 25, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop