
A little oil from the Holy Scriptures a little polishing from Faith and Grace My internal compass will lead me far away from any dangerous place December 9, 2023 Mark Waldrop
A little oil from the Holy Scriptures a little polishing from Faith and Grace My internal compass will lead me far away from any dangerous place December 9, 2023 Mark Waldrop
In Advent's glow, candles aglow, Hope's flame whispers a tale untold. Peace follows, a tranquil stream, Joy dances in a festive dream. Love's candle, radiant and bright, Illuminates the silent night. Four weeks, a journey to behold, Christmas whispers, stories unfold. December 9, 2023 MarkWaldrop
British tea cast adrift In sixteen seventy-three, in Boston's embrace, A protest arose, a bold act took place. Colonists, weary of taxation's cruel sting, Against British rule, in defiance, they'd swing. December's chill graced the Boston night, A harbor scene painted in revolutionary light. No representation, yet taxes so steep, Fueled a rebellion, no longer asleep. Three hundred forty-two chests in the sea, British tea cast adrift, a powerful decree. No submission to acts that unjustly bind, The Boston Tea Party, a mark on the mind. An echo resounded through history's halls, A catalyst brewing for liberty's calls. In the lead-up to revolution's solution, This act stood strong, a fervent contribution. December 9, 2023 Created by MarkWaldrop
On December 7, the winds of fate did blow, A date engraved in history's somber glow. Infamy struck, a nation held its breath, President Roosevelt spoke, declaring death. In solemn words, a nation stirred, Echoes of war, a call to be heard. Through the pain, courage would rise, A nation united, with tear-filled eyes. Roosevelt's voice, a beacon strong, In the face of darkness, a resolve prolonged. A date remembered, in history's decree, December 7, 1941, echoes eternally. Created by MarkWaldrop
Sacrificial giving is something we can't understand It's giving all I have and then lending a helping hand It's going beyond my means to help in every way Then, taking time time to give my Love and pray Thank you, God, for giving Your Love to me That I might share with others that they may see December 6, 2023 MarkWaldrop
Words seem pretty easy to say Petitioning my God every day Things I need, things I see and want Truly, are they desires of my heart Thanking Him for Many Blessings Do I take time to feel His refreshing Dear Lord, calm me that I might hear Divine whispers that quieten my fear In everything that I have said and done I pray Your Will, and mine become one December 5, 2023 MarkWaldrop
In December's hush, a gentle plea, Remember, it's Christmas, let it be. Not just an 'X,' a symbol cold, But a season of warmth, stories untold. With carols that echo through snowy nights, Embrace the joy, festive lights. In every greeting, let the meaning flow, This December, let true Christmas glow. December 4, 2023 Created by MarkWaldrop
The Serenity in the air brings Peace without despair There was stillness before excitement showing God Cared The hustle and bustle around Holiday time Brings much frustration to my restless mind Taking time to collect my thoughts, I am much happier now As I take a moment to remember the Season I Humbly Bow. Christ was born in a manger many years ago To Bring Love from His Father to make faces glow Thank you, God, for this Christmas Season For the Greatest Gift that has ever been given December 3, 2023 MarkWaldrop
I’m just camping in this old world of sin Going home soon, I won’t need this tent ever again The cold wind and the rain blow in This old tent has been my faithful friend When I get home, there will be no more storms Only fair weather resting in My Fathers Arms Every day, I camp a little closer to home One day, I will never again roam If this old tent will hold, keeping the weather out I will soon toss it aside with a great shout I'm on my way home if I can make it there Before my old tent becomes completely threadbare November 30, 2023 MarkWaldrop
On the path of destiny, a purpose unfolds, Walking in the light, where prophecy molds. Building connections, divinely designed, In the tapestry of fate, each thread aligned. Prophetic whispers guide each stride, In the dance of life, side by side. Relationships crafted with heavenly intent, A sacred journey, where souls are sent. Foundation laid in wisdom's embrace, Divine connections, a powerful grace. Heart to heart, in unity's blend, Walking the path that destiny penned. Through trials and triumphs, hand in hand, Building bridges to the promised land. Prophetic destiny, a story unfolds, In the sacred bonds, a tale of old. In the echoes of purpose, relationships divine, A symphony of souls, in harmony entwined. Walking the path that destiny has cast, Building connections that forever last. December 1, 2023 Created by MarkWaldrop