Under the bridge is an unsightly place A place with many a worn tired face A place of beggars and homeless there The home of many lost in despair Jesus being the Bridge from Heaven to earth Under His bridge, there is a plan of great worth This Bridge leads to a place of no more sorrow or care A Beautiful place where Love reigns with no despair January 20, 2024 MarkWaldrop
In lands where shadows whisper, veiled and low, Where secrets dance in the eternal flow, If living souls could hear the silent truth That echoes in the realms where spirits go, They'd turn their hearts, in every age and youth, To follow Him who is the Way, the Truth. For Jesus, Christ, with love's unending light, Guides through the darkest hour of soul's night. His words, like stars, illuminate the path, Leading from earthly pain to heavenly height. In Him, the sting of death loses its wrath, And life blooms eternal in His aftermath. So if the living knew what dead recall, The truths that lie beyond our mortal wall, They'd see in Christ a love that never dies, A beacon for each heart, a clarion call. In every corner of the world, the skies Would echo with the joy of love's reprise. But faith, a bridge 'twixt seen and unseen lands, Is built on trust, not sight, in heart's own hands. For those who seek, the answers shall unfold, In whispers of the wind, in sea's soft sands. In Christ, the mysteries of life are told, A love so vast, so deep, so pure, so bold. January 20, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
If I were called to leave this earth today What would be my thoughts? What would I say Do I have all my earthly and spiritual affairs in order Having this done will relieve my family from undo disorder It isn't easy to have dealt with the physical all my life Then, thinking of spirituality, looking for much less strife I do not have to die to have eternal life It starts the moment that I meet Christ We will all be called in the future someday Please don't put it off that someday could be today January 20, 2024 MarkWaldrop
When I lay my head down to rest, I pray the echoes people hear, Are those of Jesus' Love so near, A melody, divinely blest. The Echoes of Love will resonate, Through corridors of endless time, If memories in their hearts align, In harmonious, lyrical state. These echoes, soft as whispered prayer, Travel far beyond the night, Carrying His radiant light, In every corner, everywhere. For love, it speaks in timeless verse, In every action, kind and true, In everything we say and do, Its echoes through the universe. So let us be the echo's source, Reflecting Jesus' love and grace, Spreading warmth in every place, Guiding hearts to love's true course. And when we lay down, end our roam, May echoes of the love we've sown, Be the seeds in others grown, Guiding them to their eternal home. January 20, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop
In hallowed halls where echoes softly tread, Where stained glass paints the stories of the creed, There lies a treasure, in old hymns, unsaid, A timeless message, which young hearts still need. Once sung with fervor, notes rising like dawn, Those hymns of old, in reverent tones so sweet, Their words a balm, on troubled waters drawn, In every line, wisdom and solace meet. For in those verses, tales of grace unfold, Of trials, faith, and love that never dims, Each melody, a story bravely told, A heritage residing in those hymns. Yet, in pursuit of modern tunes and rhymes, Churches may lose the echoes of those times. Oh, bring back the hymns, those ancient, sacred songs, Let them resound where they have long belonged, For in their lines, a timeless truth belongs, A chorus of faith, enduring and strong. The youth may wander, seeking for a sign, In old hymns, find the roots of faith's great tree, A bridge across the chasm of time, Connecting past to future, you and me. So sing again, those hymns of old, so dear, Their messages of hope, love, and fear, For in their words, the young may yet find clear, The timeless truths they need to hold near. January 19, 2024 Created by MarkWaldrop Penned for my friend Dennis Carlson
When I am down and out and feel so sad I Pray and Praise God. He makes me feel Glad. His Joy I have from within covers the feelings from this world of sin. Thank You, God. Thank You, God, for sending Jesus to forgive my sin January 19, 2024 MarkWaldrop
He was knocking at the door. Did I take the time to listen? The sound became louder. I had a greater mission. Not realizing I was in prison, He was there to open the door. I ignored His knocking and chose to remain there forever more. January 19, 2024 MarkWaldrop
He was there all along when I was weak and felt all alone When I was sick and did not know what to do, He was there and pulled me through When things seemed to fall all about me, he was there to protect me. When I was on top of the mountain, things seemed so grand. He was there holding my hand. When my life comes to an end. He will be there, my Best Friend January 19, 2024 MarkWaldrop
There are nine men, the first full of Love not hate This man has the greatest of the great The second is full of Joy not sadness This man has a heart of gladness The third has Peace, no turmoil, within This man will always remain a friend The fourth is full of Forbearance This man is patient in any circumstance The fifth is full of Kindness This man shows much righteousness The sixth is full of Goodness This man's heart overflows with pureness The seventh is full of Faithfulness This man shows great steadfastness The eighth is full of Gentleness This man shows much meekness The ninth us full of Self-control This man has been made whole All nine men are wrapped into one Our Loving Savior Jesus God’s Son January 19, 2024 MarkWaldrop Galatians 5: 22-23. In the New International Version of the Bible, these verses read: But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.
Born into this world, a journey unasked, In lands unknown, in sunlight basked. No say in the start, in the cradle of fate, Yet as we grow, we navigate. From the first cry to the final breath, We weave our path through life and death. No choice at birth, in the place we start, But choice blooms forth from the heart. Through valleys low and mountains high, Underneath the vast, endless sky, The roads we take, the turns we choose, In the grand dance of win and lose. In the end, when we look behind, A tapestry of paths intertwined, The places we've been, the sights we've seen, Crafted by choice, not by gene. From the cradle's hold to the final scene, Life's not just what might have been. It's the journey taken, the roads explored, In the endless quest of life adored. So remember this, in the twilight's gleam, We are not just products of a birthtime dream. But architects of the paths we've roamed, In the story of life, beautifully combed. January 18, 2024 Created by Mark wakdrop