Saturday, July 14, 2018

7/29/18 Through 8/4/18

7/29/18 Through 8/4/18

Sunday
A little in the hands of God
Will go a long long way.
Give all and then His works applaud,
When they are on display.

He wants but all we have to give
No matter just how small.
If we, on Him, depend to live
We have to give our all.

But then we see how every time
We give it all away,
It acts for Him as just a prime
To fill the jars of clay.

Monday
Within the tiny mustard seed
Is found the shelter that we need
If it be given room to grow
The Lord of Lords we'll come to know

In parables we come to see
Things hidden throughout history
And find a tiny glimpse above
Into the land of endless love.

Tuesday
In the fields are weeds and wheat
But only one gives food to eat
Each with a purpose there to spread
The one alive, the other dead.

One grabbing life to selfish ends,
One whose life, on God, depends,
One that follows ill pursuits,
One that bears abundant fruits.

Be not like weed, but follow wheat,
Give of yourself that all may eat.
Be not a barren worthless weed,
But be the loving fruitful seed.

Wednesday
One thing is worth all that I own,
One name above all names is known.
The one whose breath gives life to me.
The One whose love has set me free.

Thursday
Behold the Potter at the wheel
And wonder how the clay must feel.
Beaten, pounded, pulled, and drawn
Till every lump of stiffness gone.

A painful process for the clay,
But oh, how wonderful that day,
When shaped by hands that love the clay
We learn to love the Savior's way!

Friday
A prophesy, God's word for now
That penetrates the heart somehow
And reaches to the depths within
Revealing just how much we sin.

How can He use such worthless tools
To reach the hearts and minds of fools?
Yet somehow with success He does,
Just see that every prophet was,

An ordinary man like me,
That God withdrew the shroud to see.
Who loved enough to sacrifice,
And speak against our world of vice.

Saturday
The wicked seek to kill the good
Who follow God the way they should.
Enraged by righteousness proclaimed,
That shows their acts, perverted, shamed.

But still pursue His path for you
In all you say and all you do.
For not by power or by might
But by the Spirit win the fight.

And win the hardened stony hearts
For Him alone whose love imparts
A mercy and a welcome home
For all, to Him, returning home.






































Saturday, July 7, 2018

7/22/18 Through 7/28/18

7/22/18 Through 7/28/18

Sunday
The Shepherd raised for wand'ring sheep
Their safety and their guard to keep
To lead them to the valley green
Where their true love, at last, is seen.

Take pity on the scattered brood
And give them everlasting food
That in Your valley they may find
Enduring love, and peace of mind.

Monday
Once again we're called to love,
To listen and obey
To listen to the prophets of
What God Himself would say.

No sacrifice or offering
Can call His favor down
But doing right and humbling
Is where He may be found

No sign but Jonah shall they see
When Judgment Day arrives
The Ninevites will judges be,
That day when all arise.

For at the Word they changed their way,
Repenting one and all
Returning to the light of day
When e're they heard the call.

Tuesday
One meal each day is all I need
One meal of love, on which I feed
Your presence in the bread and wine,
This satisfying food of mine.

But, oh so many fail to see
The truth within this mystery
The love and mercy shown to man
When we but walk within His plan.

Wednesday
We hold within these earthen jars
The treasure of His many scars
That far surpassing those that hold,
All men may know the precious gold.

Too many decorate the pot
To look like treasure, when it's not
The treasure in this earthly thing
Is love in patient suffering.

Thursday
The parable we understand
In many varied ways
Through story as the Savior planned
He clears the milky haze.

It finds in each a special key
Unlocking deep within
The need to love, and clearly see
How often that we sin.

The Chaff and Wheat, or Wasteful Son
Illumine to the eye
The awful things that we have done,
How we deserve to die.

But also how his mercy flows
And patience stays his hand
Till every sinner surely knows
They've heard His clear command.

Grant me the gift of speaking well
And offering to all
A message that the stories tell
By answering His call.

Friday
What kind of ground do I provide?
In me, how is the word applied?
Do I receive it as I should,
With all its power understood?

Or does it sprout at once in me,
But wither like some rootless tree?
And is it choked by thorns of greed
Exaggerating what I need?

Perhaps some day I'll till the ground
And then, a fertile place be found,
Within this poor and destitute
Where seeds of love can bear their fruit.

A fool, to be so cavalier
To think that day not drawing near.
When told, "Produce the Master's due"
And I have none to show to You.

So till my heart and break the clods
Of selfishness and other gods.
Create a soil rich and bold
That bears for You a hundredfold.

Saturday
In every garden sown good seed
And given water that they need,
The tender shoots of grain will rise
To yield a fruitful harvest prize.

But there, as well, is sown the weed
To try and overtake good seed
So higher must the grain now rise
To find the light from sunny skies.

For weeds attempt to block the rays,
Concerned with none but selfish ways,
And bear no fruit like useful grain,
But full of only showy feign.

At harvest time the sickle wields
Them both within the full-grown fields.
Weeds are bundled there and burned,
But sweet rewards the wheat has earned.
















































Saturday, June 30, 2018

7/15/18 Through 7/21/18

7/15/18 Through 7/21/18

Sunday
Chosen by Your gift of grace
Chosen for this holy place
Chosen on this quiet night
To sit with You in hallowed light

Each day a chosen task for me
Each task a better way to see
Each time I heed Your quiet voice
I make another better choice.

Your ray of brightness to my soul
Your way to heal and make me whole
Your way to shine the light of day
And lead me on the narrow way.

A gift of grace so few have known
A gift of seed so gently sown
A gift to gaze on You as bread
And find at last, my soul is fed.

Monday
Your sword divides the right and wrong
Your word alone, makes weak the strong
Receive my sacrifice of praise
And let a holy anthem raise.

Reject me not as empty praise
But set a faithful heart ablaze
And turn my feeble love for You
Into a love that's strong and true.

Tuesday
Woe to you complacent one
Who spurn the word of God's own Son
Who see and simply turn away
To follow still your crooked way.

And woe to you who still refuse
To see the light and freely choose
The darkness and the empty waste
Instead of light and love embraced.

Your ways have proven many times
To be the source of wicked crimes
And with the judgment drawing near
Your foolish pride will turn to fear.

Repent while yet He stays His hand
And learn to follow His command
To love, as first, He loves us all,
And dare not miss His final call.

Wednesday
The childlike an instrument
To make His love well known
Without regret they give consent
And make His love their own

So thankful for his every gift
Delight to overflow
A joy to make your spirits lift
And set your face aglow.

Thursday
No burden in this yoke of Mine
A sweetness in my precious Wine
To love the One who loved you first
Will slake your everlasting thirst

Commands are all but simple rules
An easy yoke and useful tools
To live a life in harmony
And shine the light to clearly see

How sin can only swell the load
That you must carry down the road.
While following My word aright
Will prove an easy, burden, light.

Friday
Lord of the Sabbath and Lord over time
Closer each step, but forever we climb
You satisfy hunger, but cause even more,
No one has e're spoken as You speak before.

Saturday
For those who recognize their ills
The soul, abundantly He fills
He cures them all without reserve
In spite of what they might deserve.

But those refusing to repent
To desert land, will soon be sent
When justice on that final day
Cements their chosen evil way.

Then gone the chance to ever live
Among the ones who freely give
Or gaze upon the face of love
In endless light with him above.




























Sunday, June 24, 2018

7/8/18 Through 7/14/18

7/8/18 Through 7/14/18

Sunday
My strength I'd like to boast about
My pride take root, and ego sprout.
But everyday I lose a bit
And everyday I must admit,

No strength of mine has ever won
A new disciple for the Son.
My back has never borne the load
Of travelling the narrow road.

In every case of progress made
In weakness, come and find He bade,
To see His strength in simple trust,
And once again, my way adjust.

Monday
Oh Lord, Your spouse I wish to be.
A ready bride receiving Thee
Responding to Your every touch,
And never saying that's too much.

I want Your every gift to me
If even now, I cannot see
How they complete your holy plan
To make of me a Godly man.

Tuesday
Sometimes a blessing not to speak
When all is but a foul critique.
But then a curse to be found mute,
If we a falsehood won't refute.

One is wisdom from on high,
The other cowardice drawn nigh.
One a precious gift of love
One disdain for God above.

Oh give me grace and words to say
In every challenge faced today
And let my silence only be
Reflections of Your word to me.

Wednesday
The more productive we have been
The deeper still we fall to sin
So break new fields and plow new ground
Let once again His love be found.

For earthly wealth will disappear
And those who trust it crouch in fear
The day when Justice comes to reap,
And separate the goat from sheep.

Thursday
Protect the vine You planted here.
To every bud or shoot draw near.
Prune the branch that bears no fruit,
Let Your word, in all, take root.

Oh raise this child to Your cheek
And to the little baby speak.
Set Your word so deep within
That he will dread the thought of sin.

Friday
No greater love that man has known
Than one would leave his earthly home
And sacrifice all that is dear
To just, the God of love, draw near.

But that is how He calls each one
To meet the Spirit, and His Son
To sacrifice reflections for
The God of love, who offers more.

And what the spirits humbled learn
Is how to truest love discern
Transforming merely earthly love
To that far greater one above.

Saturday
With glowing ember from the altar
Make my words to never falter.
Cleanse me with the fire of love
Like unto the ones above.

Woe if I but fail to say
What God has given for this day
I must proclaim His word of grace
At every time, in every place.





















Sunday, June 17, 2018

7/1/18 Through 7/7/18

7/1/18 Through 7/7/18

Sunday
Death has no power anymore
And I have noticed furthermore
That when Christ came to conquer sin
He did so from His power within.

No sword or weapon did He wield
But sick and dying ones He healed
And shared His life with all who came
To see the man of healing fame.

When He, at last, did blood let flow
And up to Calvary did go
There and then the great I AM
Became our sacrificial lamb

That our flow of blood may cease
And evermore our love increase
Abundance found within our need
The sinner saved and captive freed.

Monday
Woe to you who never thinks of God
Who ponders not, nor mighty deeds applaud
All that moves does by His hand
Yet you refuse to honor His command?!

Consider this, oh wretched one
The swift of foot no longer run
The warriors and weapons too
That day will be no use for you.

Crushed as bugs upon the ground
Shamed and naked, sinners found
No escape that dreadful day
How ominous, the debt to pay!

Tuesday
Do not persist in unbelief
For there the soul finds no relief
The unbelieving come to see
Desires but futility

A pleasure found, but never gained
The joyful promise only feigned
The fleeting pleasure gone and then
They try another way again

A masturbation of the soul
That keeps them from becoming whole
Perpetuated lies of sin
That keep the Lord from coming in

Will they never learn to try
The word of God, and then apply
His rule of sacrificial love
To find their place with Him above?

Wednesday
Recognize His blessing here
Cower not in shame and fear
This nation blest by His command
His touch upon our fertile land

No other place on earth to find
So many different roots entwined
That come by land or ocean foam
To call this land of freedom home

To live in peace, as many, one
Enjoying land that freedom won
But lest we lose this precious gift,
Away from God we mustn't drift.

Thursday
Why do we harbor evil thoughts?
Why do we judge, when we ought not?
Rejoice in the healing of paralyzed men
For God showers blessing again and again.

For Bob Gutekunst, paralyzed from the neck down by a fall last November.

Alone and trapped in broken shell
With little hope for getting well
A mind as clear as cloudless morn
Picks up again this heavy thorn

So humbled by this heavy load
Unwanted, yet on him bestowed
Accepted as his cross to bear
His time to be immersed in prayer.

Friday
Send not Your threatened famine Lord
Such punishment we can't afford
Without Your word, the source of light
Our world be cast in darkest night.

Sticky throat, or hunger gnawing
Better than Your word withdrawing.
Plunged in darkness we can't see,
How gravely we've offended Thee.

But if You shine the light of day
And clearly show the better way
Perhaps repentance will ensue
And wayward souls return to You?

Saturday
Rejoice within his company
And fast when far away
For those who do will clearly see,
The black and white of grey.

First recognize the One you seek
Is here before your eyes.
Just listen to the Master speak
And then, Him recognize.

In time you will no longer see 
The groom here every day.
But fast and know He'll always be
Attentive when you pray




























Sunday, June 10, 2018

6/24/18 Through 6/30/18

6/24/18 Through 6/30/18

Sunday
How wonderfully dear Lord You made
Each soul in all the world arrayed
No hair un-numbered by the King
Who teaches how to laugh and sing.

Within the darkness of the womb
An endless life begins to bloom
A soul eternal You infused
A will with freedom yet unused.

Lord, open eyes to clearly see
This gift is for eternity
And we have not the right of thieves
To end a life Your will conceives.

Monday
As if through microscope we see
Each splinter with such clarity
But satisfied in self-esteem
We fail to recognize the beam.

The measure we have measured out
Becomes the way we're thought about.
For stiff-necked folks it's time to learn
That our own faults we must discern.

Tuesday
Do unto others as you would have do.
The meaning far-reaching, but words are so few.
The rule that is golden, is simple, but true.
If we would but try it, the world would renew.

Wednesday
In nearly every house around
Some word of His could there be found.
A treasure there in every home, 
But tucked away and left alone.

Set on a table looking fine
But somehow never cracked the spine.
Or on the shelf collecting dust
And never there the Word discussed.

To boost a seat or block a door
Not what the Word was given for
To change a heart and open eyes
And lift the evil one's disguise.

Complaicency and laziness,
An atmosphere of craziness,
Are ways "Old Stinky" tries to use
To make us all this Word refuse.

A treasure there beneath your nose.
Just open it and then expose
The Word of Him who made all things,
Who unto us salvation brings.

A choice you make to let it go
And never His great love to know.
Or pick it up and there behold,
The greatest story ever told!

Thursday
To act upon the word we hear
Is how, we to, the Lord draw near.
It's how we stand the storms of time
And how, we heaven's ladder climb.

It's how we build upon the rock, 
And floods of evil, firmly block.
So listen well and recognize
To serve His will, becomes the prize.

For who knows better what we need,
Than Him who made both bloom and seed?
The One who fashioned us from clay,
The Lord of lords, to whom we pray!

Friday
Beaten or flogged, shipwrecked, or stoned,
Nothing could shake the faith these two owned.
Chains could not hold their zeal for the word,
Unless every creature already had heard.

On fire with love as not before seen.
Though bruised and all bloody, their faces would gleam.
Both Peter and Paul given highest renown,
On the day they were fitted with their martyr's crown..

Saturday
What's rotten must be torn away
And utterly destroyed.
Again, we must learn how to pray,
And let God fill our void.

He will not build upon a base
Of sand or rotten wood.
He clears to find the solid rock,
As every builder should.

That rock is pure humility
In how we turn to pray.
A posture of servility
And zeal to Him obey.



















Saturday, June 2, 2018

6/17/18 Through 6/23/18

6/17/18 Through 6/23/18

Sunday
This tender shoot, this mustard seed
The Lord provides their every need
Sufficient light and gentle rain
His love aright in spite of pain

By parable He shows the way
That speaks to us and molds the clay
Outstanding draft, commanding height
His chosen craft to shine the light

Each story brings a message clear
That otherwise we wouldn't hear
And every time we ponder well
His love sublime, within will dwell.

Monday
Your way, it seems so strange to me
That I should let the evil be
And not resist its clear advance, 
But take a simply passive stance.

I want my justice here and now
I want to make things right somehow
I can't sit back and let them win,
I have to work and conquer sin!

But who then, comes to conquer me
When I, so righteous, pose to be?
Who puts me in my proper place
Of rightful shame and due disgrace?

For only You are righteous Lord
And only You can judge this hoard
Perhaps if I would not defend
There'd be less judgment on my end.

Perhaps allowing anger spent,
In shame the evil would repent.
Perhaps in giving all I own
Much clearer I would make You known.

Tuesday
Elijah loved enough to say
You're following an evil way
Revealing to the wayward one
The wickedness that he had done.

Our love must too, run deep enough
That those in danger we rebuff
And lead in all humility
That they might see with clarity.

Wednesday
Seeing what Elijah had 
Elisha went all in
He wanted not some cloak to clad
A chilly mortal skin.

But a spirit strong and bold
A double portion too
Far greater gift than finest gold
Far better to accrue.

Thursday
Attune you ears to hear His voice
Amidst the gentle breeze
Tune out the loud distracting noise,
And listen if you please.

Then you'll receive your daily bread
Conversing with the Lord,
And find yourself to be well fed
With mercy there outpoured.

Forgiveness found as you forgive
In shame admitting guilt
In love the way we need to live
So harmony is built.

Friday
How foolish one who treasures
This transitory state. 
With rust and mold who measures
The things considered great.

For in this world of entropy
Where all decays in time
You'd think, of course, that we would see
A better path to climb.

But narrow is that better way
And rocky is that road
Much easier to go astray
And kick against the goad.

One thing alone remains at last
When all has passed away
No rust or mold could e're surpass
The gift of love each day

So don't be fooled by glittering 
Of temporary gain.
Love's steady glow a better thing
But comes not without pain.

Saturday
Each day I ask a little more
And He responds in time
Not knowing what He has in store
With each new little rhyme.

A trust to give the daily bread
I need so desperately
Each time I find that I am fed,
But how's a mystery

The One who knows all that I need
Says, worry, cast away.
Just listen well and I will feed
Your spirit every day.


















Sunday, May 27, 2018

6/10/18 Through 6/16/18


6/10/18 Through 6/16/18

Sunday
Deep within we long for that
Which time will never change
We want far more than idle chat
Or something to exchange

We look for lasting peace and joy
No transitory bliss
A peace no power can destroy
Or happening dismiss

A glory in eternity
Where we are called His kin
No better place that one could be
Than Father's house within.

Monday
How truly bless-ed are the meek
Un-faded by the storm
For what the world may say is weak
Will simply not conform

The truth they know and hold it fast
In spite of storms that come
They know what will forever last
And who will bring them home.

Tuesday
May I forget my own desires
And quickly do what love requires
For love abandons selfishness
To aid the one who's in distress.

True love will love the greater thing
And not the pleasures lust can bring.
A heart with such a love so rare
Will bring our Savior everywhere.

Wednesday
How have we drifted so far away
To follow what so many people say,
Abandoning One who is faithful and true
To follow the crowd, and do what they do?

Why would a nation, blest as they are
Depart from the way that has blest them so far?
Sin is the answer that causes the drift,
Sin has created a tectonic shift.

No longer we see with the clearest of eyes
Fooled by the mask of sinful disguise
Truth becomes blurred by logic of fools
Then pride makes the lot as stubborn as mules

We need an Elijah to come in our day
To speak with all boldness and show us the way
To slay the false prophets with words from above
And lead us again in the way of His love.

Thursday
Help me to be a man of prayer
And show your love no matter where
Help me to listen when You speak
And show the way to those who seek.

Friday
In humble faith, Elijah's prayer
It seems was answered without care
For all his worry clear expressed
And offered not, him any rest

But called him yet to still obey
And in the silence there to pray
Then bid him, go, and then anoint
Successors whom I now appoint

Saturday
To do Your will is my delight
For in Your will is joy and light
And following that simple way
Will lead me to a brighter day

So cast Your cloak of love on me
That now at last, I clearly see.
How only when I do Your will
Does happiness in me instill.




Sunday, May 20, 2018

Fr. Jacob Willig


Father Jacob Willig
May 19, 2018

On you, this day, is placed the stole
Forever marked, as priest, your soul.
No more an ordinary man
But one anointed for His plan.

Be brave and follow His commands,
No matter what a “yes” demands.
For all belongs to Him who made
The earth and all the stars arrayed

No cost too great for Him who gave
His only Son, for man to save.
To Him a “yes” is always best.
He’ll grant the grace for every test.

A shepherd you are called to be
To face the wolf, and never flee,
To lead the flock to sweet repose
Wherein the living water flows.

We’ll offer prayer for you each day
That God, through you, would light the way.
And bring to Him a faithful throng
To heaven’s gate where they belong.

6/3/18 Through 6/9/18

6/3/18 Through 6/9/18

                                       Sunday  (sing to Stabat Mater)
In the bread and in the wine
Blood and body of divine
Christ our Savior we behold

Falling manna, precious tide
Blood and water from His side
Ancient story now retold

Only those that thus believe
Can become what they receive
Earthen vessels filled with gold

Living tabernacles make us
Unto new dimensions take us
Nothing does our God withhold

Fully fed and satisfied
By our Christ they crucified
Every captive now set free

Risen now and glorified
Seated at the Father's side
Spirit opens eyes to see

Monday
I thank You Lord for every grace
For each abandoned sin
You lead me to a better place
Where I, salvation win.

So many sins I did not know
Were leading me astray
For pleasure, and for pride although
They kept me far away

One by one You showed me why
My actions needed change
Why love for You could not deny
The need to rearrange

So many still, are found in me
That make the progress slow
I still have need to be set free,
That I may further grow.

Attachments long ingrained within
A harmful choice can be
For every seeming "little" sin
Keeps me away from Thee.

Teach me in Your school of love
Progressing every day
To daily grow in knowledge of
Just how I turn away.

To exercise some self-control
Enduring to the end
Devoted deep within my soul
To righteousness defend.

That swelling in affection for
My gracious Lord above,
I fill my life forevermore
With His enduring love.

Tuesday
Hasten the day of His coming
When fire consumes all that is
With faith every soul is becoming
Devoted, and totally His.

For wicked, a day of great terror
They thought that they never would see
For those that refuted their error
The time of the great victory.

Wednesday
Through ignorance we run astray
And work to make our separate way
Bemused we wander unaware
Upon the serpent's deadly lair.

We start believing stupid things
Self-centeredness and boasting brings
We see the narrow way for fools
And nothing more than silly rules

But we must see the writing clear
And learn at last, the God to fear
He gives to us the grace to know
If we, but to the scriptures go

We find in nearly every line
Refreshment from this holy vine
And if we act on what we read,
On milk and honey we shall feed.

Thursday
To teach, at first, we well must learn
How rightly to, His word, discern.
And take to heart what He's revealed
Illuminating that concealed

Remove the plank and then we see
How well the word was meant for me.
The Truth will never lead astray,
But guide us on the narrow way.

Friday
Great sign of love, the Sacred Heart
To man, abundant grace impart
Contained within this holy sign
The greatest depth of love sublime.

Saturday
As spring awakens plants and trees
The eye that's opened clearly sees
His justice and His praise abound
Wherever docile souls are found

A heart immaculate conceived
A heart inflamed by grace received
A heart to mother all mankind
A heart in which true peace we find




Sunday, May 13, 2018

5/27/18 Through 6/2/18

5/27/18 Through 6/2/18

Sunday
The Trinity I can't explain
But this I see quite clear and plain
There's truth in what the Savior said
And I believe it, every shred

Though separate from each other, one
Are both the Father and the Son
The Spirit too, is one in three
And further yet, confuses me

Yet I have met each one of these
In bread and wine or gentle breeze
In fire of love or babble sound
In truth, the Trinity, I've found

My simple mind cannot explain
But this I know quite clear and plain
God's love for man does far transcend
The place where mortal sketches end.

Monday
Is that really who I am,
A weak and faithless kind of man?
Or would I answer ready then
If I but heard His call again?

A mind so occupied by gain
Is like a mind that's bound in chain
Unable to, in love, reply
When ere the Savior passes by.

Tuesday
I may be last, but let me in
My pride and all my selfish sin
Have placed me at the back of line
But let forgiveness still be mine.

Wednesday
To drink of the cup that He drinks
Is easy, the foolish one thinks
In time he will try, and in danger, he'll fly
And see how his love really stinks

To drink of the cup that He drinks
I can do, he says as he winks
But faced with the pain, he abandons the gain
And quietly off, then he slinks.

Thursday
In His presence dance for joy
All your talents then employ
Proclaim His greatness to the sky
No more need for poor to cry

He clearly shows it's not the end
If we, on earth, on Him, depend
For love outlives the earth and sky
And He was love, they can't deny

Friday
No concept of the power He gave
This One who came to sinner save
No concept of the glory due
When in His house, just passing through

Pray with faith and find it yours
Have no doubt that love endures
Drive away the base desire
Fill your heart with zealous fire

Saturday
A parched and barren land that thirsts
A sacred heart, with lance, that bursts
The blood and water flowing tide
A cleansing love, to man provide

Thirst of man in love assuaged
Evil now, much more enraged
Their every scheme to quell the word
Results that far more souls have heard.




Monday, May 7, 2018

5/20/18 Through 5/26/18

5/20/18 Through 5/26/18

Sunday
Great wind of love blow through our home
Our twisted selfishness please comb
Let love drive out all base desire
And fill us with Your holy fire

For love can cure our every ill
By following the Father's will
So cure the sick and save the lost
By filling us this Pentecost

Monday
Lord, of these demons, free our land
Teach us to love as You had planned
May faithful Christians fast and pray
To drive this evil far away

Each little vice we welcome in
Will pave the way for greater sin
Till then one day we look around 
And wickedness is all that's found

But wisdom and humility
Bring forth abundant fruit for Thee
In peaceful self-control we find
The fruits of righteousness are mined

Tuesday
Humbly trust in providence
Let love become your recompense
Seek not the prize of worldly gain
But break the links of selfish chain

Become a servant for them all
And answer well the greatness call
Be childlike and trust His care
Than find He answers every prayer

Wednesday
My daily bread is all I ask
To strip away this phony mask
That vainly says I'm in comand
Yet knowing not what You have planned

From my earliest days of youth
I've tried to make my plans and truth
Now looking back I clearly see
Futility in trusting me

Thursday
We drag around our useless fat
Corroded gold and silver that
We've spent our days amassing so
Prosperity and ease we'd know

But oh, how useless all of this
These monuments to our remiss
In our defense they hold no sway
Upon the fateful judgement day

Friday
Persevere in loving one
You chose so long ago
What benefit in having fun
With one you do not know?

For history well has honored those
Who persevere in strife
And Jesus in His teaching shows
Commitments are for life

The joy you found in years gone by 
Will prove as just the start
When two, in love, both laugh and cry
And never grow apart

The key is never saying no
To love's increased demand
But learning how to give and grow
As our Creator planned

Saturday
Let the children come to me
Those innocent and pure
What joy if all would come to be
So confident and sure

Without the shades of doubt they learn
From years of sinful ways
And knowing they could never earn
A life of endless days













Sunday, April 29, 2018

5/13/18 Through 5/19/18

5/13/18 Through 5/19/18

Sunday
Hated for My word received
Blest because they have believed
Though living in a world of wrong
Protected 'cause they don't belong

Consecrate in truth the ones
That chose to be the Father's sons
Give them unity in love
Reflective of our bond above.

Monday
For silver coins a love betrayed
Despairing once the deal was made
Another chosen in his place
Matthias, man of humble grace

Remain in Him no matter what
For Mercy's door is never shut
Then  follow well His every word
And spread to all what you have heard.

Tuesday
Go in peace, a job well done
Good news passed on about the Son
A conscience clear, you've shown the way
In love, you did, the word convey

It's up to those you leave behind
To seek, and then, His will to find
To follow in the way He shows
Till each and every child knows

Wednesday
May Your word of truth inspire
Spark a flame of holy fire
Illumine where the mind is dim
Help us to see our God in Him

The world and flesh will try to say
Come walk within their wider way
But where it leads is to a snare
To catch the foolish unaware

The way of truth will lead you there
Within the Shepherd's constant care
To where the verdant pastures grow
To where the one true God you'll know

Thursday
In unity the Spirit dwells
This unity a story tells
A final prayer that we be one
Was uttered by the Father's Son

For He knows well the enemy
Divides to conquer us you see
And where Diablo has his way
Humility will hold no sway

So heal divisions long since torn
In humble hearts, let Christ be born
Let us reflect in unity
Our God, the Holy Trinity

Friday
Although immersed in doubt and fear
The call to follow made quite clear
A call to love when on the cross
And count all other gain as loss

I wish I had, oh Lord, such strength
To love another to such length
But I am weak, and often fall
And fail to answer when You call

So trust and put your faith in Me
Then let My Spirit set you free
For I provide the strength you need
With every cross to sow the seed

Saturday
No chain can bind the mighty word
No darkness make this vision blurred
His eyes that penetrate the heart
The greatest love, to man, impart

To each He beckons, "Follow Me"
The doubtful told, "Now look and see"
It's true that love has conquered death
Now spread the word with every breath














Sunday, April 22, 2018

5/6/18 Through 5/12/18

5/6/18 Through 5/12/18

Sunday
Love conquers all the world's ill
When faithful friends obey His will
A burden shared, a bond is formed
A heavy load, by, love transformed

No selfish lust for sordid gain
Just willingness to share the pain
A ready hand for those in need
No trace of avarice or greed

Fulfilling all of His commands
The grace from holy love expands
Creating there a perfect scene
Of beauty that no eye has seen.

Monday
Discouraged far too easily
We mustn't let the devil see
Us try our best to testify
Without the help of God on high

For only with His Advocate
Can words of our then cultivate
The ground of stony hearts to sow
The seed of love, and watch it grow

Tuesday
They could not bear to let Him go
The King of Kings they'd come to know
For mortal minds could not conceive
The greater gift they would receive

Spirit, wise and understanding
Fire of love, forever branding
Sins forgiven, boldness granted
Every word, a new seed planted

Never must we grab and hold things
But to get, we give away things
Eye has not seen, nor ear has heard
Love greater than on us conferred

Wednesday
Far more there is for you to know
But not until you further grow
The Spirit that I send to you
Will lead you in what things you do

Reminding of what words You said
And drawing in the way You led
Then as you follow you'll expand 
And things once hidden, understand

For either pauper or the Pope
There's always room and always hope
To further grow in selfless love
And knowledge of the Lord above

Thursday
To only speak of Christ the Lord
And crucified He be
The very blood of God outpoured
To rescue you and me

No time to waste with idle talk
Of politics or sport
It's time to take the faithful walk
Because our life is short

Friday
Fear not the trials that come your way
Heed not the words the evil say
Endure with patience every blow
Put trust in Him you've come to know

For you will weep, while they rejoice
But yours will prove the better choice
Then all will see that fateful day
That love has proved the better way

Saturday
Ask in My name and you shall receive
But know at the start that you must believe
I came from the Father and soon shall return
Great signs I have shown, so that you may learn

Love is the answer to all of your ill
So ask and receive, when you follow His will
See my example, how I fully give
And know it's the way, that He calls you to live.