Grief shared is grief diminished,
A burden lightened, pain relinquished.
In whispered words and tearful eyes,
The sorrow fades, the spirit flies.

For when we lean on those we trust,
Our hearts can heal, as hearts they must.
In every tear that others see,
A part of grief is set free.

Love shared is love increased,
A light that spreads and is released.
In every touch, in every smile,
It grows and stretches mile by mile.

For love, when given, does not fade,
But multiplies in bonds we’ve made.
The more we give, the more we find,
A love that blooms in heart and mind.

So let us share both grief and love,
For both are gifts from up above.
In sorrow shared, we find release,
In love, we find our soul’s increase.

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MarkWaldrop

“Go down to the potter’s house,” the Lord once said,
To Jeremiah, in his spirit led.
For some lessons in life, we must descend,
Not in our heights, but where we bend.

Down to the place where the potter molds,
Shaping murky clay with gentle holds.
For in our lows, we are made to see,
The work of the Potter in you and me.

The clay He chooses, though flawed and weak,
Is pressed and pounded, soft and meek.
For the Potter knows, with every strike,
The cracks will form, but He makes them right.

Are you being pressed against the wall,
Feeling broken, shattered, small?
Fear not, the Potter’s hands are sure,
He works with love, so we endure.

In our impurities, we often break,
But the Potter never makes a mistake.
With patient hands, He starts anew,
Forming vessels strong and true.

We are not thrown away, despite our flaws,
The Potter’s love obeys no laws.
With mediocre clay, He forms with grace,
Vessels to adorn His holy place.

Are you broken now? Rejoice and know,
In His hands, your beauty will grow.
Glazed and shining, you’ll stand one day,
A perfect vessel, shaped His way.

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MarkWaldrop

Taken from words of my friend
Ramon Tristani

Through the prism of faith, pure and bright,
God’s Light shines forth, a beacon of might.
Three sides reflect in perfect form,
The Father, the Son, the Spirit reborn.

God the Father, eternal and wise,
His love pours down from heavenly skies.
Creator of all, His hands did mold,
A world of wonders, both new and old.

God the Son, the Savior, so pure,
In His sacrifice, our hope is sure.
Through the cross, His mercy flows,
His love a light that forever glows.

God the Spirit, gentle and true,
Guiding us daily in all that we do.
His presence within, a whisper so near,
A flame of comfort, dispelling all fear.

As light passes through, the colors break free,
A spectrum of grace for all to see.
Through this prism, God’s glory is shown,
Reflecting His love, making it known.

In the Father, the Son, the Spirit’s embrace,
We reflect His light, His boundless grace.
Through us, His truth and love take flight,
Shining forever in radiant light.

Created by
Mark Waldrop

Life is a poem, I learned today,
In God’s rhythm, I do sway.
Each step I take, each word I say,
A part of His grand, divine ballet.

In God’s will, His rhythm I hear,
Drawing, drawing me ever so near.
A gentle melody, soft yet strong,
Guiding my heart as I move along.

As the pendulum swings back and forth,
So goes my life, from south to north.
Marching to time, a dance so true,
A song of love, composed by You.

In every beat, in every line,
Your grace, O Lord, does intertwine.
Life is a poem, pure and bright,
Written by You, my guiding light.

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MarkWaldrop

What is the New Normal today,
Is it for something I should pray?
A world uncertain, ever strange,
Shifting, turning—constant change.

Yet in the midst of all that’s new,
I know, dear Lord, I can trust You.
For every season, You have planned,
A steady guide, a holding hand.

So, Lord, help me to embrace,
The New Normal with Your grace.
Though I may not understand,
Help me follow Your command.

Teach me to trust, to walk in peace,
To let my anxious heart release,
And find in each new dawn I see,
Your purpose and serenity.

Lord, help me to accept and pray,
For the New Normal You send each day.
For in Your hands, all things will be
A path toward eternity.

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MarkWaldrop

The sun is setting fast, the race is almost run,
The shadows long and deep beneath the fading sun.
Each step has been a journey, each breath a fleeting grace,
Now twilight calls me softly toward another place.

I’ve walked through days of sorrow, I’ve danced in moments bright,
I’ve battled through the darkness, I’ve cherished every light.
The road that lies behind me, though winding, steep, and long,
Has taught me strength in silence, has filled my soul with song.

The race is almost over, the finish line in sight,
But even in the waning, I feel the morning’s light.
For death is but a doorway, a passage to the new,
Where every tear is lifted, where skies are always blue.

So as the sun is sinking, my heart begins to soar,
For though this journey’s ending, there waits forevermore.

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MarkWaldrop

If you are afraid of the devil’s snare,
You haven’t yet found Jesus there.
For in His name, all fear must flee,
And chains are broken, setting free.

The devil may whisper, deceive, and lie,
But Jesus reigns, He is nearby.
With every step, His light will shine,
And darkness fades before the divine.

If you tremble at shadows, unsure of the way,
Seek Jesus, the truth, and never sway.
For in His love, there’s no need for fear,
His power and peace are ever near.

The enemy trembles at His name,
For Christ alone defeats all shame.
So if you fear the devil’s roar,
Know Jesus stands at heaven’s door.

With faith in Christ, you’ll boldly stand,
The devil defeated by God’s hand.
For once you’ve found the Savior true,
There’s nothing left that can undo.

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MarkWaldrop

Most people only dream of what pilots have seen,
The skies so vast, a world serene.
They soar through clouds like whispered air,
And touch the heavens with a prayer.

Above the earth, they glide with grace,
Where sunsets paint the endless space.
From dawn’s first light to twilight’s gleam,
They see the world as in a dream.

The cities glow like stars below,
While mountains rise with peaks of snow.
Oceans stretch with sapphire hues,
As endless skies unveil their views.

Most people dream of heights untold,
But pilots see the skies unfold.
With wings of freedom, hearts of fire,
They chase the horizon, ever higher.

In flight, they find a sacred peace,
A quiet where the troubles cease.
For only few, with courage keen,
Live the dreams that others have only seen.

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MarkWaldrop