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
Hands of a man praying in solitude with his Bible.
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
In the garden of youth, where laughter takes flight,
Children dance with time, in pure delight.
Days stretch like summers, endless and free,
A carousel of moments, pure simplicity.
Clocks are but whispers, unnoticed they chime,
As children weave tales, in the canvas of time.
Yesterday's worries, tomorrow's unknown,
In the magic of now, their world is sown.
In wide-eyed wonder, they chase the sun,
Each second a treasure, a race to be won.
Fingers graze the hours, like grains of sand,
Yet, in the grasp of joy, time finds its stand.
Seasons may change, leaves fall and regrow,
Yet, in the heart of a child, time moves slow.
For every giggle, every shared rhyme,
Writes a chapter eternal, in the book of time.
Oh, to see the world through their innocent gaze,
Where moments are diamonds in time's endless maze.
In the eyes of children, time finds its prime,
A dance, a melody, forever in rhyme.
November 30, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop
A flash of darkness surrounding me
Amidst the bright light, I used to see
The lack of light I was accustomed to
Brought an eerie feeling into my view
Light glows brighter from others I see
Looking inward brings darkness to me
Pushing the flash of darkness away
Starts with serving others I must say
November 29, 2023
MarkWaldrop
