The Old Home Place 

Painting by Spike O’Dell W4WGN Brentwood Tennessee
The Old Homeplace
Brings back Memories 
Of yesteryear gone by

Children laughing and playing
Grandma’s cooking
And the warm breezes blowing by

Good Memories are cherished forever
How they make time fly
The Old Home Place sheds  a tear in my eye

The old hound dog that slept on the porch
The squirrels up in the trees
The colorful leaves rustling in the breeze

Good times are never meant to be forgotten 
Only cherished with time gone by

That’s why I’ll always remember
The Old Home Place
Of times gone by

Jordan 

I know a guy named Jordan
He works as hard as he can

He will mow and trim your lawn
And manicure it is his plan

He is honest and dependable 
Much in demand

I consider him a good friend
And a very nice young man

June 19, 2022
Mark Waldrop

 The Ocean

If love is vast like an ocean, how do we set sail
JESUS walked on water and HE did not fail

Maybe HE’S is the one that we are looking for
To guide us to that GREAT far off distant shore

The GOOD BOOK said he had  Faith in HIS FATHER
That’s what gave HIM the ability to walk on water

If we can find enough Faith to hold HIS HAND
It will be an easy walk to that far-off land

The old Farmhouse 

Painting by Spike O’Dell W4WGN Brentwood Tennessee
The old farmhouse didn’t seem much at the time. 
I was just growing up. Paying most attention to mealtime. 

Making memories was just a thing we did. 
Just living life, having fun just being a kid. 

Going to church every time the doors were swung open. 
That’s where the Gospel of His word was spoken. 

Memories of Christmases, from days gone by. 
Today those memories bring a tear to my eye. 

Now it’s my turn to do what my parents did. 
Making loving memories with my kid.

Crystal Clear Water 

There’s a River of water that flows through me
 It’s Crystal Clear bringing LOVE and Humility 

It fills me up with JESUS' warmth and LOVE
Guiding me every day with a hand from above

The further I go the more I see
How GODS HAND is guiding me

Thank you, LORD, for sending this everlasting love
Flowing through the Crystal Clear River from above

  Joy 

 I had an old boxer named Joy
I loved to feed her 
And watch her play with her toy

We would run and play
And be exhausted 
At the end of the day

She loved to sleep beside my bed
I felt protected 
From toe to head

We both grew older
She could no longer stand

I had to let her go
To be in God’s hand

June 11, 2022
Mark Waldrop