He spoke of faith, of steady grace, Of seeking God in every place, A call to trust, to rise and say, “I’ll never cease; I’ll always pray.”
When storms descend and shadows grow, When answers hide and doubts may show, Hold firm, press on, lift voices high— Our prayers are heard beyond the sky.
For in each word, in whispered plea, He sees the heart, He meets the need, No cry too small, no tear unknown, Our faith in Him is seed well-sown.
So seek, don’t faint; pursue the light, Pray through the day, pray through the night, For God is near, His love enough— Keep faith alive; don’t give up.
Created by MarkWaldrop
Luk 18:1 Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up.
1. Love Your Neighbor as Yourself “Love your neighbor,” Jesus said, In this path of kindness, we are led. Treat others with a gentle grace, In every heart, a sacred place.
2. The Golden Rule “Do unto others as you’d wish for you,” A call to kindness, strong and true. In each small act, let kindness live, For what we hope to get, we give.
3. Blessed Are the Merciful “Blessed are the merciful,” for they find grace, In compassion’s warmth, a holy space. Forgiveness shines, like morning’s light, A heart in mercy, pure and right.
4. Love Your Enemies “Love your enemies,” hard yet bright, A love that stretches beyond our sight. In every soul, a chance to see How kindness grows in humility.
5. The Good Samaritan’s Way In mercy’s path, the Good Samaritan stood, Lifting the fallen, doing good. Kindness knows no boundary, no end, To every stranger, we’re a friend.
From Jesus’ words, a truth unfolds, A kindness deep, as love foretold. In mercy, love, and selfless grace, We find in others God’s embrace.
Words from our mouths are threads we weave, From the depths of our heart, in hopes they’ll believe Each syllable born from feelings we hold, A glimpse of the soul in stories told.
For language may falter, stumble, and break, Yet from truth within, true words take shape. What lives in our hearts finds voice, finds breath, In whispers of love, or promises kept.
So may what we speak be honest and clear, Words shaped by the heart, unshadowed by fear. For truth, when spoken, lets light impart, A bridge from our soul—a map of the heart.
The fruit you bear, so bold and bright, Is nurtured by roots out of sight. They dive down deep, unseen and still, Drawing life from earth’s rich will.
Each blossom fed by roots below, Where silent seeds of virtue grow. The soil of love, the rain of grace, Lend sweetness to the fruits you trace.
In every harvest, stem to leaf, Is bound the root’s quiet belief. For what we show, we cannot feign; The roots we hide are what sustain.
From soil to stem, from root to bloom, The fruits find life, escaping doom. So tend those roots with care and trust, For in their strength, we rise from dust.
God’s creation brings peace, so deep and so true, With skies painted softly in dawn’s gentle hue. The calm, the rest, like a tender embrace, Draws us near to His quiet, sacred place.
Our worries, our sorrows, they drift far away, In the warmth of His light, in the birth of each day. A symphony rises in rivers and trees, A whisper of grace carried soft on the breeze.
For here in His world, so perfect, so still, We find our hearts bending to His loving will. In the peace He has woven through earth, sky, and sea, We’re cradled in harmony, whole and free.
Trust, they say, is hard to find, In faces and words that sometimes blind. But if it barks or purrs, warm and true, There’s a certain light that shines through.
A tail that wags, a gentle purr, No hidden motives, no doubt to stir. For in their eyes, so clear and bright, You find a friend who holds you tight.
They won’t betray or let you down, They’re there to lift you when you drown. A bark, a meow, a loyal stare— You know for sure, true love is there.
So if you seek a trust you’ll find, In paws and whiskers, pure and kind, Look no further—your friend is near, With open heart and spirit clear.
