In His Presence, I humbly stand There is no way to understand I trust in His Word and the Blessings therein It was through His Word I invited Jesus in From that day forward God has been watching over me Giving me Peace and Comfort with the ability to see Thank you God for choosing me and setting me free That I may share your love that others may see March 13, 2024 MarkWaldrop
In the quiet whispers of dawn, where shadows and light intertwine, We often trade our blessings, for desires that misalign. With hearts that yearn for more, in a world that's wide and vast, We chase the fleeting shadows, forgetting gifts that truly last. Our blessings, like the stars, are numerous and bright, Yet we reach for earthly desires, lost in the night. We forget the joy of simplicity, the peace that comes from within, In pursuit of momentary pleasures, in a world so loud and grim. Yet, every heart that wanders, in the end, seeks to find, The true essence of happiness, a peace that's not defined By the riches of the world, or the acclaim that fades away, But in the moments of gratitude, where love and kindness stay. Let us not trade our blessings, for gold that loses its sheen, For in the whispers of the heart, lies a treasure unseen. A contentment that flourishes, in the soil of grateful prayer, A wealth that’s everlasting, beyond compare. So let us hold our blessings close, and cherish them with care, For in each moment of gratitude, we find a joy that's rare. In the tapestry of life, let kindness be our desire, A beacon of hope and love, that eternally inspires. March 13, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In whispered tones beneath the sky, Where dreams and wishes softly lie, The prayer ascends, a hopeful flight, Beyond the grasp of mortal sight. It's not the words, when first they're spoken, Nor in the silence, deep and unbroken, That marks the moment, true and grand, When prayers fulfill what they demand. It weaves through lives in unseen ways, Through darkest nights and brightest days, A gentle force, a guiding light, That brings the sought-for dawn to night. For completion's gift, a treasure rare, Is found in the hearts of those who care, When the prayer, at last, takes its form, In peace that follows after the storm. So hold the faith, and let it be, A beacon for all humanity, For prayers are answered, not at their start, But in the fruition found in each heart. March 12, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In fields wide, under skies so vast and blue, My grandfather, a farmer true, did stride. With mule in tow, through earth, their bond they plied, Sharing secrets only the land knew. "Hard work," he said, with a twinkle in his eye, "Is not just sweat that on your brow does bead. It's knowing your beast, understanding its need, And listening for the mule's contented sigh." For in that moment, when the air shifts slight, With a mule's fart, a simple, earthy art, You know your work's done right, straight from the heart, In harmony with land from morning light. This wisdom, passed down through plow and dirt, Speaks of more than just the soil we till. It's about bonds we forge, the roles we fill, And finding joy in work, and comfort in mirth. So when the day ends, and shadows stretch long, I recall his words, a simple, profound part Of legacy, wrapped in a mule's silent start A reminder of where true values belong. March 12, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop Penned in Memory of Phil & Biscuit Sims Dad
In the quest for peace, day by day I tread, Seeking solace where spirits lay their head. "Jesus," they say, "in the bottle's depth hides," A hope I clutch as my solitary guide. I thought I glimpsed Him, in the glass's gleam, A fleeting vision, or so it did seem. But illusions shatter, fall to the floor, Leaving me empty, yearning for more. Yet, amidst the fragments of hope and despair, A whisper of strength floats in the air. "I will begin anew," I softly decree, "When the morrow lends its vigor to me." For in the search, away from the night's shade, Lies the promise of a dawn, freshly made. With resilience as my newfound friend, I'll seek not in bottles, but in the bend Of life's river, where peace gently flows, And the light of salvation brightly glows. There, in the clarity of day's embrace, I'll find Jesus, beyond the bottle's chase. March 12, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In this moment, shadowed by night's deepest gloom, We yearn for light, to pierce the overwhelming doom. A whisper in the silence, a plea, soft and dour, "We need God's healing power in this hour." From the depths of despair, where our fears reside, To the peaks of hope, where faith and love collide, Let us seek the grace that showers like a springtime flower, Craving God's healing power in this hour. For the wounded heart and the burdened soul, May divine compassion play its gentle role. In every trial, may we discover the strength to tower, Empowered by God's healing power in this hour. Let the stars above remind us of love's eternal light, Guiding us through the darkness, making our spirits bright. In unity, let us stand, in faith let us not cower, United in our need for God's healing power in this hour. So we pray, with hands clasped and heads bowed low, For healing streams from heaven's gates to flow. In our darkest moments, in our neediest bower, We find hope and refuge in God's healing power. March 12, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In the quiet world between pen and light, Where thoughts like rivers flow, A poem's birth is a silent night, A secret only the moon will know. It waits in stillness, ink barely dry, For eyes to give it breath, For in the reader’s mind to lie, Its meaning woken from death. Not in the scribble of the poet's hand, Nor in the echo of their voice, But in the reader's heart does it stand, In their soul, it finds its voice. For a poem is a bridge, a door, A path from soul to soul, Its journey ends not on the page, But in the reading, it becomes whole. So when you find these words and read, Know the poem at last is freed, Its purpose found, its journey done, In the space between us, we become one. March 11, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In life, it's not just the paths we choose, But the companions who our spirits fuse. Through valleys low or mountains high, The truest wealth is who's by your side. Not destinations, grand and wide, But the hearts in which we confide. For journeys taken, short or long, It's the shared laughter, our sweetest song. With every step, a story weaves, In the tapestry of memories we leave. It's not the places that we roam, But who walks with us, makes it home. In the dance of life, under the moon's soft glow, It's not where we land, but who we know. Through storms and sunshine, joy and strife, The beauty of journey, the essence of life. So cherish the ones who make you feel true, In life's grand adventure, it's who goes with you. For in the end, when the day is through, It's not where you go, but who's with you. March 11, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In a world where cruelty hides in day's bright light, A young heart stood firm, a beacon in the night. Luke Rowles, just fifteen, eyes wide and brave, Faced down the dark, a lone, innocent to save. In a garden of shadows, where violence found its mark, A fox lay in agony, its future stark. Mouth sealed with silence, a duct tape chain, A creature of the wild, bound in human pain. With courage that belied his tender years, Luke approached the group, despite his fears. He shouted, a voice against the tide, And with determined hands, he turned the ride. He lifted the fox, from the depths of despair, Healing its wounds, with tender care. In his eyes, a resolve, pure and true, A spirit that through darkness flew. He freed the fox, back to the wild's embrace, A gesture of hope, for the entire race. Luke Rowles, now a man, continues his creed, Rescuing those in need, a selfless deed. The world needs more like him, hearts bold and kind, Who to cruelty and despair, refuse to be blind. For it's in acts of courage, in moments so bleak, We find the strength to give voice to the weak. So here's to the brave, who stand tall and fight, For every creature's right to live in the light. May we learn from Luke, with his unconditional will, To protect, to care, and to heal. March 10, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In the realm of the ever-turning wheel, Where desires carve deep, and dreams feel real, There's wisdom whispered in the quiet stone: "Be satisfied with the life you've got; leave well enough alone." In the chase for the distant, shining more, We often miss the treasures at our door. The simplest joys, into grandeur, have grown, When we're satisfied with the life we've got, leaving well enough alone. The laughter shared in the warmth of home, The peace found in moments alone, The beauty in the way the stars have shone, Teach us to cherish the life we've got, to leave well enough alone. For in longing for the hill's other side, We miss the splendor of the ride. The heart's quiet contentment, softly sown, Finds us satisfied with the life we've got, leaving well enough alone. So, let the world race to its frenzied beat, In stillness, find your retreat. In gratitude, let your seeds be thrown, And be satisfied with the life you've got, leave well enough alone. March 10, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop