7/12/15 through 7/18/15

7/12/15 through 7/18/15

Sunday

The beauty of the earth down deep

So very few have known

Such grandeur there one shouldn't keep

For just his very own

Monday

Not knowing how God's children are

The rulers try to keep

Their numbers from increasing far

And roots from growing deep

For not this world the roots were meant

Such children must increase

The ones who offer this sweet scent

Of service and of peace

Tuesday

If His voice should come to me

Attentive pray that I should be

And willing that I would repent

I offer that I would be sent

Wednesday

Thy word oh Lord and not my own

Has power to light the way

Give me the words to make You known

In all I do and say

Thursday

The first time I received the Lord 

I found uncommon grace

Somehow to me His love out poured

That special time and place.

Friday

Impatient with his lagging pace

I grumbled quietly

Forgetful of the mighty grace

I was about to see

I heard a voice as plain as day

That reprimanded me

"Look at his hands" I heard Him say

"Be blind no more, but see"

How many times this aged man

With ordinary bread

Has lifted up those holy hands

And hungry souls were fed.

"So who are you, self righteous one
Who can't afford this time
To criticize the pace of one
Whose life is fully Mine"


Saturday
The people left in hurried pace
With just unleavened bread
They left that awful slavery place
To be with manna fed.