In the long run, through the night, through the sun,
Whether you call on Him, or the calling's undone,
God's presence, a constant, unwavering light,
Guides you, holds you, through day and through night.

Unseen, yet felt in the breeze that whispers,
In the storm's fury, in the calm that lingers.
In moments of joy, in the depths of despair,
His presence a promise, always there.

Not bound by our calls, nor swayed by our pleas,
Yet, in His compassion, He sees our needs.
A guardian in silence, a comfort in prayer,
Invisible hands, lifting the burdens we bear.

The sun will rise, and the sun will set,
In the long run, His presence, a constant bet.
Whether we seek Him, or in our pride, we resist,
He's with us, within us, in His existence, we exist.

So let this truth, in your heart, find a place,
God's presence, not a quest, but a state of grace.
In the long run, regardless of the path we choose,
He's with us, always, with nothing to prove.

February 4, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
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"In the long run, whether you call on him or don't call on him.
God will be present with you."
- Frederick Buechner

I laid by a  pool of rippling waters for many years
In hopes of being healed and calming  my fears

My legs were crippled. I could not walk. 
People would pass me by and not talk. 

Then one day the Master came by.
Feeling his power. I began to cry.

He approached me and said do you believe in Me?
Yes Master I do. He said pick up your mat and be free.

February 4, 2024
MarkWaldrop

God opens doors and windows every day that Holy Breezes may blow my way 

Do I go around shutting them as tight as can be
Doing this will make the air most stagnant for me

Oh to take a breath of cool fresh air instantly sets me free

February 4, 2024
MarkWaldrop

If I could only hear his voice again,  
Through the whisper of the breeze, soft and slim.  
I'd tell him how much I love him, true and plain,  
Words flowing like a heartfelt, sacred hymn.

Oh, the things I wish I could change,  
The hands of time, gently rearrange.  
To seize one more moment, so brief,  
And in that time, find some relief.

I'd listen for the laughter, the joy once shared,  
For in those sounds, his love was always bared.  
Each echo, a testament, forever ensnared,  
In the chambers of my heart, where he is fared.

If I could craft from the stars above,  
A bridge to the past, built with love.  
I'd cross it with haste, no moment to waste,  
To speak unspoken words, in a tender embrace.

But since time's cruel hand will not bend,  
I'll cherish his memory, till the very end.  
And in the quiet, in the still, I'll pretend,  
That I can hear his voice again, my dear friend.

For love, it transcends the boundary of death,  
In whispered memories, his gentle breath.  
Though I cannot change what fate has designed,  
In my heart, his voice forever intertwined.

February 3, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

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Oh Loving Mother where have you gone today
I pray you won't be gone long please don't stay

My tears cry for your loving touch
I miss your warm smile so much

I know you can't return to me
I can only prepare to see thee

February 2, 2024
MarkWaldrop

One day a long time ago in Bible Lands
A cattle train headed out to their Homeland

Jacob, with his wives and children, mounted their Camels high
Heading out under the hot desert sky

Following God’s Devine plan, trekking many miles in the hot sand
Camels, cattle, goats, and sheep always looking for water and sleep

An impossible journey in every way
Only with God’s Hand as they pray

Reaching their destination and looking in the past
Thanking God for his protection that will forever last

February 2, 2024
MarkWaldrop

Genesis 31:17-18