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No matter what happens in life I never stop
I pick myself up and continue the climb to the top
I have had many setbacks no one is perfect
Those offering well-meaning advice, I was not impressed
Unless I have walked that path burdened with a heavy load
I cannot offer advice until I've carried my cross down that road
God hold my hand, walk with me through the pain
That I might through you have a new life again
Thank you to my friends that never leave my side
That through Your Son Jesus I will forever abide
I pray the Glorious Love you have shown I may continue to pass on
Until I have completed the race and see your face at the break of dawn
I cannot explain the incredible peace I have within
Since I accepted Your Son Jesus and invited Him in
June 27, 2023
MarkWaldrop
Penned for my friends
Changed Lives Ministry
I have had depression off and on in my life
Not knowing, It often caused much strife
Being diagnosed at a younger age
Many medications were all the rage
I lied a lot to myself and my friends
About many feelings I had within
Then one day a friend introduced me to Jesus
I had never heard that He came to Love us
A feeling flowed through me like warm electricity
Bringing unexplained peace is quite a mystery
Today my prescription for depression
Worshiping with friends has become an obsession
June 27, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the heart of Moncks Corner, SC,
In the year of 2003, a vision took flight,
Pastor Mickey White, with a compassionate plea,
Sought to change lives, to bring hope in the night.
From Santee Circle Community Church he arose,
With a shepherd's heart, a purpose in sight,
A ministry to help men in their throes,
To break addictions, to find God's guiding light.
Marvin and Carol Wiggins, friends of old,
Owners of Berkeley Motel embraced the call,
They opened their doors, hearts generous and bold,
Rooms provided, a shelter for those who fall.
The "Motel Ministry" began to take shape,
Men off the streets, given a second chance,
Shelter, food, and love, no soul to escape,
Transported to church, offered a divine dance.
Critics questioned the worth of this endeavor,
Financial concerns whispered in the air,
But Marvin stood strong, his faith he would never sever,
"For one man saved, it's worth the burden we bear."
The Berkeley Motel chapter eventually closed,
Change brought by a drug store's acquisition,
Yet God's hand guided, new paths were exposed,
Tracy's Camp and Calvary Baptist's transition.
Keith Griggs stepped in as the director's helm,
Prayers lifted high, seeking God's divine plan,
Through labor, donations, a story to overwhelm,
A site emerged, built by a mighty hand.
Roads, septic systems, and a well appeared,
Donated by grace, with no cost to bear,
Buildings given, volunteers persevered,
Curriculum and guidelines formed with care.
In June 2006, the current home they found,
Relocated to Reid Hill Road's embrace,
Changed Lives Ministry, a name renowned,
2 Corinthians 5:17, a testament of grace.
And in April 2010, the Transitional House stood,
An extension of CLM, fostering growth,
Additional accountability, men understood,
Guiding their steps, preparing them for both.
So let us celebrate this ministry's tale,
Changed Lives Ministry, a beacon of light,
From humble beginnings, their mission set sail,
Transforming lives, dispelling the night.
Pastor Mickey White's vision, a ripple of grace,
Through partnership and faith, they dared to believe,
Changed Lives Ministry, a life-altering place,
Where brokenness mends, and souls receive.
May the work continue, the impact everlast,
With love as their guide, they'll never tire,
Changed Lives Ministry, a future so vast,
Building bridges of hope, setting hearts on fire
Created by
MarkWaldrop & AI
In the realm where signals soar, Where frequencies unite, Amidst the airwaves' boundless lore, Shines a beacon of pure light. On the fourth weekend, every June, When summer's warmth does play, A gathering of hearts in tune, For Field Day we make our way. Amidst the land of red and white, From sea to shining sea, Enthusiasts, with hearts alight, Set up their stations, wild and free. Amateur radio, our shared delight, A symphony of waves we send, Across distances, day or night, Our voices on the wind. With antennas reaching for the sky, And Morse code tapping away, We strive to make connections fly, To those who share our fervent sway. From the rolling plains to mountains high, In cities bustling, and fields serene, Our camaraderie shall never die, United in this cherished scene. In Canada and the U.S. wide, A bond that cannot be undone, Across the borders, side by side, We reach out to everyone. For on this day, our spirits soar, As contacts spark and friendships bloom, The thrill of radio we explore, Our passion casting away the gloom. So let us gather, one and all, For Field Day's grand embrace, Where echoes of the radio call, Connect us in this sacred space. Amidst the crackling static's sound, A symphony of voices rise, Amateur radio, forever profound, We reach for distant skies. With every contact, every word, We bridge the gaps that separate, Amidst the airwaves, undeterred, Love and kinship radiate. U.S. ARRL Field Day, a cherished morn, When thousands of kindred souls convene, In the tapestry of radio, reborn, A beacon of unity, resplendent and serene.
Summer is my favorite time of year
Good friends swimming holes and my favorite beer
The cool of the shade the chilled water from the spring
Lying under the old oak tree listening to the Blue Birds sing
Fond memories of summer vacations at the seashore
Memories of the invigorating smell of the salty sea air
The sand between my toes as I dodge the sea turtles on the shore
All good things must come to an end my heart burning for more
Looking forward to next summer I must say
Always looking ahead and planning the next day
Dear God thank you for the Seasons of the year
The memory of each one brings a joyous tear
June 21, 2023
MarkWaldrop
I heard someone calling me one night
It scared me I was ready to fight
I returned to sleep thinking nothing of it
I was perplexed it stuck in my mind I admit
The next night as I was gazeing at the stars
Sure enough, the call of my name came from afar
The third night I decided to respond
I was burning up with a fever
I just knew in my heart it was the Grim Reaper
I said here I am what do you want
Have you come for my soul to take
In a trembling voice, I cried out please spare me I promise ammends to make
A loving tender voice said don't be alarmed
I come to bring Love not to harm
I could only cry as His love filled my soul
Something incredible flowed through me making me whole
Thank You, God, for seeking me out that night
That your Forgiving Son Jesus came into my life
June 20, 2023
MarkWaldrop
God answers our prayers in His time... not ours...
God doesn't give us what we can handle, He helps us handle what we have been given (God stands with us, and gets us thru) God's Grace keeps Pace with what we Face!!
2Co 12:9 But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.
Taken from a comment on Facebook
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Do I have an Open Door Policy
What is it anyway
Opening my doors open so people and animals can come and stay
Does my heart have an open door
My what would that let in
I would need a screen to keep the bad out and the good in
Hospitality comes to my mind
Am I hospitable am I very kind
Well in the end it's left up to me
To open the door to my heart and be set free
June 20, 2023
MarkWaldrop
I'm old ugly and fat
Am I blind as a bat
Do others see what I can't see
Boy this sure frustrates me
My vision is so cloudy from the confusion in my mind
I cannot see beyond my nose half the time
I need to make an appointment to have it checked out
I hear Dr. Jesus makes house calls
His appointment calendar is always open no doubt
It's my fault keep putting off calling him
It will never get better till his prescription of love comes in
June 20, 2023
MarkWaldrop
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If everything in life were all positive, I would have no decision about what is right
With no decision, how could my soul find a better path in life
With all numbers being positive, many equations could not be resolved
The same with my life, the good balances the bad, and that's where God becomes involved
Good and evil, Heaven and Hell I'm somewhere in between
Knowing Jesus tips the scales for you and me
June 19, 2023
MarkWaldrop
