In the gentle weave of life’s vast tapestry, Where threads of our deeds stretch out endlessly, The truth rings clear, profound yet subtly: The more we live for others, truly free.
A heart that beats for more than self alone, Finds harmony in seeds of kindness sown, For in each act of care, compassion shown, A richer, deeper life is thusly grown.
In giving, we receive—oh timeless creed—The soul’s nourishment from every good deed. A life for others, a blooming seed, In gardens of eternity it leads.
So let your life by this truth be steered, A path less trodden, but by heaven revered, Where selfless hearts are by angels cheered, For living for others, life’s mystery cleared.
Thus, ponder on this quiet, solemn truth, In the vigor of youth or the wisdom of sooth: That life expands beyond mere earthly proof, In lives for others, forever aloof.
Do not linger in the shadows of doubt, Where whispers tangle and fears clout; For your prayers, my dear, have found their way, Beyond the night, into the day.
Step forth from the threshold of hope’s gentle home, Into the vast gardens where you may roam; The answers bloom bright, with petals unfurled, In the quiet corners of this wide world.
No need to wait for the skies to part, Or seek the solace of another heart; For what you’ve sought in the silence profound, In your own two hands, is already found.
Go now, accept them, with grace and with peace, As the doubts you’ve held begin to cease; Your path is lit with the light of your creed, And in your bold steps, you are freed.
May the God of hope bestow His grace, In folds of joy where fears displace, To trust in Him, a steadfast embrace, That peace may flower with gentle pace.
As rivers deep with currents strong, Flow to the sea where they belong, So may His Spirit guide along, Our hearts to where celestial songs throng.
In Him, the wells of hope arise, Beneath the vast, embracing skies, Overflowing, as the eagle flies, With strength that in the soul lies.
So trust in Him, let faith not part, For joy and peace He shall impart, By the Holy Spirit, from the start, May hope forever dwell in every heart.
Thus in His power, our spirits soar, With hope that’s boundless, evermore, Through trials and tempests that implore, We’ll stand unshaken, on Heaven’s shore.
Rom 15:13 May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
In whispered tones the Savior spoke, Amidst the crowd, His voice awoke: “I am the light of the world,” He said, A path of light where His feet tread.
“Whoever follows, fear no night, For you are promised eternal light. Darkness shall not be your claim, With me, you’ll walk in light’s own flame.”
In every word, a beacon bright, To guide the lost through shadow’s blight. Across the ages, these words echo strong, In His light, we find where we belong.
Through trials and storms, His radiance gleams, A lighthouse steadfast, in shifting streams. In Him, despair finds hope’s renew, In Him, the light of life breaks through.
So let us follow where He leads, On paths where grace fulfills our needs. Jesus, the light that never fades, In His embrace, darkness invades.
With each step forth, hold this verse dear, “I am the light,” let no heart fear. For those who follow, know this grace: In His light, find your sacred place.
Jhn 8:12 When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."
In the quiet moments, prayer takes its flight, Beyond the bounds of day and deepest night. What words to speak, in reverence convey? Sometimes in silence, we must simply stay.
Prayer—a sacred dialogue with the Divine, Where soul meets Spirit, beyond the veils of time. Comfort in the whisper of my heavenly Guide, In whom, through storms and calm, I confide.
He knows my journey, every rugged mile, Sees through the struggles, meets me with a smile. In stillness, when I pause to seek His face, His presence enfolds me in an embrace.
So talk I may, or listen deep and well, In each act of prayer, my fears quell. For here within this holy, hallowed link, I find more answers than my mind can think.
What wonder in these moments we share, I find solace in the power of prayer. A bond with God, none can compare, In every whisper of my soul’s bare prayer.
In valleys deep beneath the starlit sky, He left the ninety-nine to hear my cry. Across the rugged hills, through shadows grim, With lamp in hand, He came to rescue me.
The night was fierce, the winds did howl and moan, Among the many, I felt stark alone. Yet in my soul, a light began to rise, For through the storm, I saw His loving eyes.
He braved the thorns where wolves lay in wait, His shepherd’s heart governed by love, not fate. Through each dark pass and treacherous steep, He came steadfast, His flock to keep.
“Why venture far for one so frail and weak?” The angels asked, for even they would seek.“ It is My love that guides Me through the night, Each lost lamb shines in My sight.”
Now safe within His gentle hold, I see The ninety-nine from heights of Calvary. No greater love has ever been than Thee, Who left the flock to rescue me.
As stars above continue in their sweep, I am the one for whom His love runs deep. In grateful hymns, my soul will always sing, The Shepherd King who is my everything.
In the din of crowded rooms, my voice but a breeze, Whispering secrets none seem to seize. “I’m not their friend,” I confess to the night, A solitary figure, a forgotten plight.
Blind to the burdens that in my heart weigh, They chase after lies that lead them astray. My truth, a lantern dimmed in the fog, Lost to those dialogues, a muddled monologue.
They believe not in the words I propose, But in the echoed untruths that around them close. A world fabricated by the hands of kin, Where falsehoods are draped as truths within.
Alas, I walk this path alone, unseen, Invisible truths with me convene. Yet still I hold the torch up high, A beacon for those who might question why.
For perhaps one day, through the dense haze, A wayward soul will catch the blaze. And see beyond the veil so thin, To where deceit ends and truth begins.
Till then, I wander, an outcast of minds, My solace in the few who seek what they find. Though people don’t listen, don’t see the creed, I carry the truth, not for me, but for the need.
In the weave of life where fates are spun, Where threads tangle under the indifferent sun, Amid the knots and the unruly fray, Lies a simple truth to guide the way.
Things turn out best for those who see Not a wall, but a door where none would be. Turning leaves in a storm, they stand resolute, Crafting fortunes from the soot.
For the world cares not of our silent pleas, It spins unaware of our decrees. Yet in the chaos, the wise discern Opportunities in the way the winds turn.
They dance in rain, and in shadows find light, In the coldest winters, a fire bright. For those who make the best of the play, Life unfolds in a remarkable way.
So take the clay of the darkest day And mold it with joy, as children at play. For things turn out best, it’s known, For those who blossom from seeds unsown.
March 15, 2024 Crested by MarkWaldrop
Things turn out best for the people who make the best out of the way things turn out. —Art Linkletter
In the vast tapestry where dreams weave, There’s a path for you that heavens conceive. Boundless visions and hopes stand tall, Only God orchestrates the rise and fall.
You can be the whisper in the roaring wind, The gentle force where grace is pinned. A painter of life’s vast mural scene, Or a quiet hero, felt but unseen.
The stars chart out your destined way, In celestial silence, they quietly sway. Each journey carved by divine decree, Mapping out what you’re meant to be.
You can be the laughter in sorrow’s room, A light that shines, dispelling gloom. An architect of bridges over fears, Turning the tide of the flowing tears.
Believe in the plan from realms above, Crafted with care and endless love. For you can be anything, vast or small, In God’s grand design, you stand tall.
Embrace the journey, let faith guide thee, For only God has the perfect plan for Me.
