11/29/15 Through 12/5/15

11/29/15 Through 12/5/15

Sunday

A Happy New Year may this be,

That I would grow and learn to see,

That I must put myself aside

And patiently, in love, abide

Monday

Since Mercy granted ministry

Discouraged, now we cannot be

But persevering in the cause

We ask the Lord to fix our flaws.

Tuesday

Blessed the eyes that see His face

Blessed the hearts He fills with grace.

The prophets longed to see this day

When Christ would come to show the way.

Tuesday PM

Stupid One

I feel like such a stupid one,

I don't know how to get things done.

What's simple for the younger crowd

Can start me cursing things out loud.

The senses dull, the mind is slow,

I've got no clue which way to go.

I search for things to fill the gap,

But find in each new thing, a trap.

Every day I try and then,

I only find I've failed again.

So filled with things, I ought to burst,

But none of them can slake this thirst.

Maybe now has come the time

For me to hear the church bells chime,

And ask the Lord, what's on His mind.

Perhaps He knows, what I should find.

I've tried for years to give His due

But even there had failure too.

For pride can stain the goodness where

We're like the pharisee in prayer.

I want to say this very night,

"To do Your will is my delight."

Just ask of me and I will do

Whatever, Lord, that pleases You.

Have mercy on Your sinful son

And finish now, Your work begun.

Let me, in silence, beat my breast

And in repentance, face each test.

Wednesday

At banquet feast He feeds the least

With choicest wine and meat.

He breaks the net, and cancels debt,

His loved ones there to greet.

Thursday

Take the Word and spread it out

To people far and near.

Then act on it, so all about

The folks both see and hear.

For action is the factor that

We see across the land

Shows them that your house, in fact,

Is built on rock, not sand.

Friday

Unless, for sure, we want to see

The blindness will remain.

But in the search for Truth will be,

The light that will sustain.

Saturday

The path to tread not always clear,

For children of this day

But if we listen we can hear

His voice that calls, "This way".