St. Patrick’s Day, a sea of green,
A lively spirit, rarely seen.
It’s more than parades on city streets,
More than the rhythm of lively beats.
It’s the warmth of a community’s embrace,
A day where everyone finds their place.
It’s laughter and stories, old and new,
Under skies that seem a brighter blue.
It’s in the shamrock, in the ale,
In every tale of hill and dale.
A reminder of Ireland’s enduring call,
A celebration of spring, loved by all.
To me, it's memories, vivid and bright,
Of friendships forged in soft moonlight.
It’s a promise of renewal, of beginning anew,
A day when the world feels small and true.
So here’s to St. Patrick, to the joy he brings,
To the songs in our hearts that forever sing.
For on this day, no matter where we roam,
We remember the feeling of coming home.
March 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In a world where irony takes a stand,
A bald-headed man, with a comb in hand,
Stands bemused, amidst life's jest,
Holding a gift that's none but a test.
What use has he for teeth so fine,
When atop his head, no locks entwine?
Yet, in this gift, a lesson's hidden,
In life's odd gifts, wisdom is bidden.
Experience, a teacher both cruel and kind,
Leaves its marks on both heart and mind,
For what's a comb to barren crown,
But a reminder of times once flown?
Yet, let not this symbol despair invite,
For every dusk is followed by light,
In every loss, there's something gained,
In every drought, hope's rain is feigned.
So holds he the comb, not with grief, but grace,
Seeing beyond the irony, a deeper place,
Where every experience, be it odd or grand,
Shapes the soul, like grains of sand.
Thus, with a smile, he accepts life's comb,
A token of times both lost and won,
For in every experience, no matter how odd,
Lies a lesson from the hands of God.
March 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
There is Divine Hope in the distant air
We share this Hope because we care
Hope brings light into day
Hope is Love along the way
God whispers Hope in difficult times
Hope delivers us from many crimes
Hope brings us out of despair
Because the Great I Am cares
March 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the tapestry of time, woven thread by thread,
There’s a truth that dances, softly said:
Jesus, in His wisdom, in His grace sublime,
Moves with a rhythm, always on time.
Not a moment early, nor a second late,
His timing perfect, through every twist of fate.
In our impatience, we may often find,
Doubts and worries troubling our mind.
Yet, in every sunrise, in every setting sun,
His promises unfold, one by one.
For in the silence, in the waiting, we see
The beauty of His timing, precise and free.
When the storms rage fierce and the night seems long,
When our hearts grow weary, our faith not strong,
He whispers gently, amidst our fear and strife,
"I am with you always, in every part of life."
Just at the right moment, He steps in,
Turning our losses into wins.
With miracles fashioned from His love divine,
Jesus shows us, He’s always on time.
So trust in His timing, let go of your fears,
For His plan is unfolding, year by year.
In every season, in every rhyme,
Remember, our Savior is always on time.
March 17, 2024
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MarkWaldrop
In the quest for divine grace, we set our sights,
On a goal, so pure, in His holy lights.
"Not for souls alone, nor for churches' rise,
But to please our Lord, in the endless skies.
Each week we search our souls, in quiet prayer,
Measuring our hearts, in His loving care.
Like the musician keen, for the Conductor's nod,
We seek His approval, on this earth we trod.
For any aim that leads, a step astray,
From pleasing God, in every single way,
May find us set aside, from His sacred plan,
Focusing on Jesus, is where it all began.
Paul, with discipline, his body did command,
To keep his course true, by God's firm hand.
"I bring it to subjection," he earnestly did say,
"Lest I myself, from the path, sway.
So, let our highest goal, through days and nights,
To be well pleasing in His holy sights.
Public worth is naught, if privately we fail,
To align our desires, with His holy grail.
Let us then pursue, with unwavering zeal,
This primary goal, with righteous appeal.
To be pleasing to Him, in all that we do,
Is the servant's aim, faithful and true."
2Co 5:10 For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may receive what is due for what he has done in the body, whether good or evil.
March 17, 2024
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MarkWaldrop
In the heart of the night, under the watchful sky,
Stood a figure, both humble and high.
Confidence in their stride, humility in their gaze,
A paradox, living, in so many ways.
Not a mountain too steep, nor a river too wide,
With confidence, they'd always stride.
But in victory's glow, or defeat's harsh chill,
Humility whispered, "Be kind and still."
For every step taken on life's winding road,
They carried both lights, as their code.
Confidence to dream, to dare, to leap,
Humility to learn, to listen, to keep.
In the dance of the stars, or the sun's bright rise,
They found strength in being wise.
Knowing when to roar, and when to be quiet,
Finding balance in the internal riot.
So this is the song of the humble and bold,
A story of warmth in the cold.
For only together, do they truly shine,
Confidence and humility, intertwined.
March 16, 2024
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MarkWaldrop
Confidence, a lantern in the night,
Illuminates the path, makes the unsure right.
It’s the wind beneath the wings in flight,
A quiet whisper saying, "You might."
It dresses wounds of doubt with care,
Builds bridges over streams of despair.
In the mirror, a steadfast stare,
A promise that strength is there to bear.
With confidence, the world's a stage,
Every step forward, a written page.
No fear of judgment, no cage,
Only freedom to engage.
It's the artist's brush, bold and free,
Painting dreams for the world to see.
A dancer’s leap, a melody,
Expressions of what one can be.
Confidence, the key to unlocked doors,
A sailor's faith in distant shores.
It’s the courage to explore,
And in exploring, to soar.
So wear it like a crown, let it shine,
For with confidence, every challenge is benign.
It's not just a feeling, but a sign,
That within you, there's a power divine.
March 16, 2024
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MarkWaldrop
In a world of hustle, in the ceaseless flow,
Find peace in the thought, let your heart glow.
Live, enjoy, relax, let your spirit soar,
For Jesus has paid the tax, worry no more.
Through trials and tribulations, in joy and in vex,
He carried our burdens, cleared our complex.
In Him, find solace, in Him, find grace,
With every step, in every place.
So breathe in the beauty, the wonder, the love,
Gifted from Him, from the heavens above.
Life's journey, now lighter, a path less complex,
For Jesus has paid, indeed, our tax.
March 16, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In a world that rushes, fast and wide,
Where worries seem never to subside,
Take a moment, pause, and see,
The beauty in simplicity.
Enjoy the sunshine, the rain, the snow,
In every season, let your heart glow.
Live each day with purpose and grace,
Treasure each smile, each warm embrace.
Relax in the knowledge, so profound,
In Jesus' love, we are found.
He paid our tax, our debts, our cost,
Ensuring none of us is lost.
So lift your heart, and raise your voice,
In this freedom, let us rejoice.
For in His care, we're always found,
With love and grace, abundantly crowned.
March 15, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
He stood in my place, Giving me His Amazing Grace
That through His Love, someday I will see His Father's Face
Grace is beyond understanding in His Father's will
Only through following Jesus will His Grace be fulfilled
March 15, 2024
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