Category: Mark

In a city of stones, proud and tall,
A disciple did gaze at it all.
But a warning was clear,
Of the end drawing near,
As false signs and great troubles befall.

In Galilee’s shores by the sea,
A call rang out, clear as can be.
With nets in their hands,
They left all their plans,
To follow the One who set free.

In a town where the blind man would cry,
With faith in his heart, he reached high.
He called out for grace,
And found his own place,
As sight filled his world—oh, how he’d fly!

In a land where the crowds gathered near,
With questions on love, loud and clear,
He spoke of the bond,
That no one should abscond,
And welcomed the children with cheer.

In a town where the whispers did flow,
The disciples were puzzled, you know.
They argued in vain,
Who’s greatest? The claim,
But a child taught them all with a glow.

With humility’s grace, they were shown,
That the least among us has grown.
To welcome the small,
Is to honor the call,
In the kingdom, true love is our throne.

In a town where the whispers ran deep,
A question stirred thoughts from their sleep.
“Who do you say I am?”
With a voice like a lamb,
He revealed truths that made hearts leap.

Then spoke of a path hard to tread,
Of suffering, cross, and dread.
Yet those who would follow,
Through joy and through hollow,
Would find life in the words that He said.

There once was a woman in need
Her daughter was sick, she did plead
She sought out the Lord
And her faith was restored
For her daughter was healed indeed

There once was a group of men
Who questioned the ways of sin
But Jesus declared
It’s not what you wear
It’s what comes from within.

There once were disciples in need
Of some rest and a quiet place to feed
But the crowds they did follow
And Jesus did not wallow
He had compassion on them, indeed.

There once was a king with much power
Whose stepdaughter danced for an hour
She pleased him quite well
So he promised to quell
Any wish, up to half of his tower