I’m not a bad person; I just lost my way,
Led by shadows where I meant to stray.
I stumbled along with the wrong crowd’s call,
Not knowing I’d trip, not meaning to fall.

I was searching for somewhere to belong,
But the voices I followed led me wrong.
In moments of weakness, I made my choice,
Silencing reason, ignoring my voice.

But deep within, I still know who I am,
Not the broken shell or the misplaced plan.
I’ve learned from the dark, I’ve found the light,
And I’m standing now, ready to make things right.

Mistakes don’t define me, they’re not my name;
They’re echoes of lessons, not badges of shame.
I’m more than my missteps, more than my past—
A heart that is healing, a spirit steadfast.

So judge me not by where I’ve been,
But see where I’m going, what lies within.
For I’m not a bad person, I just lost my way,
And I’m finding myself with each new day.

Created by
MarkWaldrop

Be sure to hug the ones you love,
For moments pass like clouds above.
A gentle squeeze, a warm embrace,
Can turn a tear or light a face.

Life moves fast, like rivers flow,
In ways we often cannot know.
So hold them close, and let them see
The love you give so willingly.

A hug can say what words may hide,
A shelter strong, where hearts confide.
A simple act, yet deep and true,
A gift that lives inside of you.

So hug the ones you love today,
For time will never choose to stay.
In every touch, a memory spun
Be sure to hug each cherished one.

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MarkWaldrop

There’s a peace that rests upon the skin,
A quiet calm, where life begins,
In gentle waves and soft repose,
A hush that through the body flows.

It’s found in silence, soft and deep,
In starry nights, in tranquil sleep,
A breeze that stirs the morning air,
A stillness free from weight or care.

But then there’s peace within the soul,
A sacred calm that makes us whole,
Not bound by sight, or touch, or sound,
A grace that lifts us from the ground.

This peace transcends the fleeting day,
It holds through storms that come our way,
A trust that quiets every fear,
A warmth that says, I’m always here.

One peace is felt, as breath drawn in,
A fleeting balm on weary skin,
The other, deep—a holy grace,
A shelter found in Love’s embrace.

Two kinds of peace, like day and night,
One seen, one hidden, yet both alight.
Together they bring hearts release,
The strength of flesh, the soul’s true peace.

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MarkWaldrop

What will it take, this fragile dream,
To calm the lands, let silence gleam?
Where desert sands and rivers flow,
Will seeds of peace find room to grow?

Years of sorrow, voices lost,
What price remains, what human cost?
Borders drawn by hands long gone,
Yet hearts still beat, and life goes on.

It takes the courage to forgive,
A chance for all to simply live.
To see beyond the lines and hate,
To let compassion navigate.

It takes a strength to pause and say
Let’s end the bloodshed here today.
To build a world where children play,
Not fearing bombs or endless fray.

The leaders’ hands, the people’s hearts,
Must work as one to make new starts.
With every prayer, each tear that falls,
The earth cries out, a voice that calls.

What will it take? Perhaps we know:
The will to stay, the strength to grow.
For in the soil of pain and loss,
May hope take root, and peace emboss.

So let us dream, and let us dare,
To plant the seeds with endless care.
For peace is more than just a cease
It’s every step toward lasting peace.

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MarkWaldrop

There are two choices that must be made,
God chose every soul that He laid.

To walk in His light and grace so true,
We must choose Him, as children do.

With a heart so pure, and eyes that trust,
We embrace His love, for it is just.

In every moment, with each breath we take,
Choosing His path, for His love’s sake.

For blessings flow from Heaven’s gate,
To those who choose Him and patiently wait.

So with the innocence of a child’s embrace,
We choose His love, His mercy, His grace.

Two choosings made, both tried and true,
God chose us first, and we choose Him too.

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MarkWaldrop 

It’s not where you’ve been, but where you’ll go,
The dreams you chase, the seeds you sow.
The past may shape, but cannot bind,
For forward lies the road you’ll find.

Footprints fade on trails behind,
Their lessons stay, but don’t define.
Each sunrise brings a brand-new chance,
A step ahead, a forward glance.

So lift your gaze, let shadows fall,
It’s where you’re going, after all.
The journey’s yours to rise and steer,
A future bright, a path mad clear.

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MarkWaldrop

There’s the way to do it, clear and right,
A path well-lit, in steady light.
A careful choice, a thoughtful turn,
Where wisdom guides, and lessons earn.

Then there’s the way not meant to be,
A winding road, no clarity.
The steps unsure, the outcome blurred,
A path where doubt and fear are stirred.

And then, the way you took that day,
The choice you made, come what may.
Looking back now, wish you’d known,
How seeds of regret could be sown.

But every way, each step we tread,
From things we wish were left unsaid,
Becomes a lesson, sharp and true
A guide to show what next to do.

Created by
MarkWaldrop