As a Christian, I stand and see,
The tug of politics calls to me.
But where, O Lord, should I align?
With earthly banners or what’s divine?

Should my party’s creed or badge I wear
Outshine the cross I’m meant to bear?
For You have called me, not to fight
For man’s own rule, but Your true light.

The moral compass of the land,
Does not lie in the party’s hand,
But with the hearts that seek Your way—
Men who choose truth over sway.

To change the course of any cause,
We must return to heaven’s laws,
For it’s the heart that makes the stand—
Not the label, not the brand.

So, Lord, let me first serve You,
And let my actions speak as true.
To shift the compass of the crowd,
Start with one heart, humble and bowed.

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Mark Waldrop

Wars are won in the hearts of man,
Not through the destruction of all we can.
Hurt and ruin bring no peace,
Only through God’s love can we find release.

We battle not for land or pride,
But for the healing we hold inside.
Victory blooms where hatred ends,
When we let His peace make us friends.

Oh God, we ask, draw close once more,
Let hearts find peace instead of war.
Teach us to love, to heal, to mend,
For only through You can enemies bend.

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MarkWaldrop

Amidst the storm’s relentless might,
When winds and waves erase the light,
A force much stronger rises high—
The hearts of those who can’t pass by.

With hands extended, shoulders wide,
They lift the broken, stem the tide,
Not for reward, nor fleeting gain,
But to relieve another’s pain.

The hurricane may tear apart,
But can’t suppress the human heart,
For in the wreckage, hope is born,
In every hand that mends the torn.

People helping, side by side,
Guided not by fear, but pride—
The pride of knowing, when they fall,
We rise together, one and all.

In every tear, a silent vow:
We’ll build again, and we’ll stand now,
No storm can take what love can mend—
We heal, we help, until the end.

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MarkWaldrop

Jesus said, “Hold on, I’m coming,
Through the storm, through the night,
When your heart is worn and heavy,
I’ll be there, I am your light.

When the winds of doubt surround you,
And your strength begins to fade,
I am here, just call upon Me,
In My arms, you’ll find your aid.

Hold on, I’m coming swiftly,
Through the valleys, dark and deep,
I will carry you through trials,
In My care, you’ll safely sleep.

When the world feels cold and lonely,
And the path is hard to see,
Know that I am always with you,
Trust in Me, for I am free.

Hold on, I’m coming closer,
With each prayer, I hear your cry,
I will never leave nor fail you,
My love for you will never die.

So hold on, dear child, be steadfast,
Though the road is rough and long,
I am coming, I am with you,
In My grace, you will be strong.”

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MarkWaldrop

The darker the night, the brighter the dawn
As the sun rises, to Him I am closer drawn

Each step I take, each move I make
With excitement, my heart 
becomes awake

After the storm, the calmer the sea
Looking back, He was carrying me

Thank you, The Great I Am, for making me who I am

By MarkWaldrop

God has such great plans for you,
After all you’ve been walking through.
Through every tear, through every trial,
He’s held you close all the while.

The storm may rage, the night may fall,
Yet in His hands, He carries it all.
For every heartache, every pain,
He promises sunshine after the rain.

So trust in Him, for He knows best,
In His arms, you’ll find your rest.
What lies ahead is bright and true,
God has great plans, just for you.

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MarkWaldrop

Jer 29:11  For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 

Words are a poor way to communicate with God, I must say,
Love with action seems to be the way to reach Him today.

Talk without action leaves me in the dark,
But prayer with motion lights the spark.

For faith without deeds is hollow and still,
But love in action moves within His will.

So let my words be few, but my heart be true,
And through my life, His grace shine through.

For in the steps I take, His love I’ll show,
In acts of kindness, His glory will grow.

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MarkWaldrop

Surviving old age on a low wage,
A humble life upon life’s stage,
Counting coins with weathered hands,
Building dreams in shifting sands.

Each dollar stretched, each penny saved,
Memories rich, though times enslaved,
By rising costs and shrinking pay,
Yet still, you face another day.

The world grows fast, but you slow down,
Your wisdom far outshines the crown
Of wealth and gold some strive to wear
Your treasure’s found in love and care.

For though your pockets may be light,
Your spirit stands, unbowed in flight,
Surviving old age with grit and grace,
Living with pride in every space.

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MarkWaldrop

A neighbor’s smile, a welcome sight,
In morning’s calm or evening’s light,
A friendly wave, a helping hand,
That shows we share the same small land.

Through every season’s turn and tide,
A neighbor stands there by your side,
With kindness in the simplest way,
Brightening both cloudy and clear day.

We share a fence, a street, a wall,
But hearts can reach beyond them all.
For neighbors, true, don’t need to roam,
They make the world feel like a home.

In laughter shared or burdens eased,
The bond between us never seized.
A neighbor’s gift, a priceless friend,
Whose care and warmth will never end.

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MarkWaldrop