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

Distractions turn my focus away from my goals today
The more distractions I see the less constructive I will be

To keep distractions away just focus on God’s Will each day
Without being in His Will I will be headed the wrong way

January 17, 2024
MarkWaldrop

In humble grace, our feet we wash, a gesture meek,
For He, our Lord, in kindness spoke, His wisdom deep.
"Follow my lead," He gently urged, with love so true,
"Serve one another, as I have served you."

No servant stands above their lord, in stature high,
Nor messenger beyond their source, beneath the sky.
A lesson taught in actions pure, not just in word,
Echoes of love, in silent halls, profoundly heard.

Blessings await, not in the knowing, but in deed,
In humble acts of service, love's truest creed.
For in the washing of the feet, in water clear,
We find the path to grace, to love, to all that's dear.

So let us take this sacred lesson to our heart,
And in each humble act, His wisdom we impart.
For in the giving of ourselves, in service kind,
The truest blessing of our souls, we surely find.

January 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

In the whispers of the divine, a call echoes clear,  
Not a mandate to serve in ways drawn and near.  
But a meeting with the essence of God so true,  
Molding desires and dreams, in His light anew.

The call of the Lord, a reflection of His grace,  
In my life, it finds a unique and fitting place.  
Service, not a burden, but a joy so bright,  
Emerging from a heart in His love alight.

Paul once spoke of a call, a vision divine,  
To reveal His Son, through the spirit and sign.  
Such service, a river from love's deep well,  
No command it needs, in its depths to dwell.

A mirror of devotion, this service I bring,  
Echoing the nature of the Heavenly King.  
In relationship with Him, so rightly set,  
His call I understand, without regret.

In the garden of God's love, service blooms,  
A natural expression from a heart that assumes.  
Driven by love, pure and unswayed,  
In His steps, my path is lovingly laid.

This service, a gift of love, deliberate and sure,  
Echoing His call, in a bond so pure.  
My nature and His, in harmony blend,  
In service united, till the very end.

His voice in mine, a chorus divine,  
Together in service, seamlessly entwine.  
The Son reveals Himself, in actions so kind,  
In devotion to Him, my life's purpose I find.

January 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

In the quiet hush of dawn's first light,
I seek your guidance, pure and bright.
Teach me, O Lord, your will to see,
That in your love, I may ever be free.

For you are my God, my shield, my stay,
Lead me on the path of your righteous way.
Let your spirit guide, gentle and profound,
Upon the level ground where peace is found.

In every step, let my heart delight,
To please you, Lord, with all my might.
Through valleys low and mountains steep,
Your steadfast spirit my soul will keep.

In your wisdom, may I find my part,
With a willing spirit and an open heart.
On level ground, let my footsteps tread,
By your good spirit may I be led.

Psalm 143:10

January 17, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

Love God with all your heart and all your might
That God will Love and protect you through the night

Love is not limited to class or creed
God's Love is all you will ever need

His Love He gives to His Saints from above
He equally gives to the sinners He Loves

No one man is above the other
He taught us to love each other

We are not to condemn one over the other
Not seeing the inner heart like God, my brother

Love and encourage as Jesus taught
That our lives will forever be wrought 

January 17, 2024
MarkWaldrop

Sing to Him, in joyful tones, let melodies ascend,
Praise His name with heartfelt songs, let every voice blend.
Tell of His wondrous acts, in every verse and line,
For in His mighty deeds, does His love divine shine.

In every note, a story, of grace and endless care,
In every chorus, glory, His wonders we declare.
So, lift your voice in harmony, let praise forever be,
For in our songs and memories, His miracles we see

Psa 105:2  Sing to him, sing praise to him; tell of all his wonderful acts. 

January 16, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop

Some days, I feel so wounded with nowhere to turn
The days are long and dreary my heart forever yerns 

Then I see His light far far ahead
The closer I get the more I'm fed

When I am down and out with nowhere to turn
Seeking His guidance and light my heart begins to burn

Walking with him His light soothes my weary wounds
Making me whole again looking forward to His many rooms

Thank you, God, for not giving up on me
Following You Your Light forever I shall see

January 16, 2024
MarkWaldrop

In the realm where grudges lie and fester,
Where vengeance whispers, a sinister jester,
An eye for an eye, a relentless cry,
Breeds not justice, but a stye.

Beneath the lid of wrath and scorn,
Blurs the vision, torn and worn,
For every eye plucked in bitter reply,
Leaves the world blind, with a weeping sky.

In the fields of spite, where retribution grew,
The seeds of pain and sorrow we anew,
An eye for an eye, in its hollow try,
Yields nothing more than a stye.

Let forgiveness be the balm that heals,
In a world where hate too freely reels,
For in the end, when we all must die,
Why choose an eye for an eye, and welcome a stye?

So, seek the path of kindness and grace,
Where understanding and love take revenge's place,
For in this wisdom, under the vast sky,
An eye for an eye will never equal a stye.

January 15, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop