4/17/16 Through 4/23/16

4/17/16 Through 4/23/16

Sunday

When you need to make a choice

Be sure to seek the Shepherd's voice

He'll lead you through each dreadful scene

And take you where the pasture's green.

Monday

From the heavens sheet descending

Prejudice and bias ending

Gentiles, now our God befriending

From the Lord the Spirit sending

Tuesday

Do I love enough to leave

Possessions that I own

While only to my faith I cleave

Without a house or home?

I pray I never have to learn

The answer to this quest,

But follow Him at every turn

And always know I'm blessed.

Wednesday

Who is He to make this claim

To be the light of earth?

For sure we know His father's name,

And of His humble birth.

Thursday

Only the Almighty One

Would dare to stoop so low

And think of sending His own Son

That we might come to know.

The depth of love He has for man

In spite of how we sin

The grandeur of His holy plan

That we can change within.

Friday

He is the only way of truth

The other ways disguise

I've seen it ever since my youth

They just turn out as lies.

Saturday

How long before I know the Lord

When greeting Him this way?

His body and His blood out poured

For me at Mass each day.

But do I worthily receive,

This gift of bread and wine?

With eyes of faith, do I perceive

The saving God divine?

4/10/16 - 4/16/16

4/10/16 - 4/16/16

Sunday

Every creature in heaven and earth shall acclaim

How worthy the Lamb that the people had slain

To receive riches, and power,and strength,

Honor and glory, and blessing at length.

Monday

Don't let your body lead you 'round

In search of what cannot be found.

But let His love and sacrifice

Be all you need, and quite suffice.

Tuesday

Adoring Him in simple bread

My hungry soul is somehow fed

Such humble form, how can it be?

I can't explain this mystery.

Wednesday

Though persecution comes your way

Hold fast to every word I say

Undaunted by the works of night

I'll lead you to eternal light.

Thursday

Attentive to His every word

The voice of God, dear Philip heard

And met the eunich on the way

Who wondered what the scriptures say.

Friday

The greatest gift as Jesus said

Comes in the simple form of bread

A food and drink to satisfy.

The savior that we glorify.

Saturday

A quarter second's all I get 

To choose which way to go

Oh Lord please let me not forget

It's You I want to know.

4/3/16 Through 4/9/16

4/3/16 Through 4/9/16

Sunday

Far more than what is written here

The mighty works of one so dear

For all who look upon this man

Somehow were touched within His plan.

Monday

Announce this day the greatest gift

The world has ever known

For hearts rejoice and spirits lift

A savior from our own.

A virgin, one conceived alone,

Without the stain of sin

The Word of God, the Cornerstone,

Who would salvation win.

Tuesday

Jesus I don't understand

The  simple mind of mortal man

So far from in Your will I stand

But if You help, I think I can.

Wednesday

Protect me Lord throughout this day

From every selfish thought

And let me serve my spouse the way

Our blessed savior taught.

Thursday

Draw me to unclouded light

Expose in me the works of night

Save me through the light of day

And make me follow in Your way.

Friday

The state in life You chose for me

To serve You best of all

Let me a docile servant be

In answer to Your call.

Saturday

I cannot get inside my head

The wonder of this simple bread

That God, the maker of us all,

Should dwell complete in host so small. 

3/27/16 Through 4/2/16

3/27/16 Through 4/2/16

Sunday

Can it be as Mary said,

That Christ has risen from the dead?

With John, I raced out from the room,

And quickly entered in the tomb

An empty shroud is all I found,

But glory in the air around.

Monday

Now in this time of light and joy

Let me, Your Spirit thus employ

To spread the news in some small way

That Christ will brighten every day.

Tuesday

I marvel at these stupid men

Insisting that He lives again.

How blind and gullible they be

Believing One they cannot see.

Although in secret I desire

To know this flame of holy fire.

I'm far too clever to deceive

I'm proud if I do not believe!

Wednesday

They carried him in crippled state

To beg for alms before the gate.

But John and Peter passing by

Through Jesus had him leaping high.

Thursday

Although he often seems quite odd

The prophet speaks the word of God

Word alive with awesome power

Word to make the devil cower

Word that made the daylight bright

Word that made the stars of night

To such a Word, just what is man

That saving him would be His plan?

Just whisper in my ear each day

And show to me the narrow way

That I would come to live with Thee

And praise for all eternity

Friday

Haunted from beyond the grave

For even still His name can save

We saw Him scourged and crucified

We know for sure this man has died.

And now these fishermen so bold

Have cured a cripple, we've been told

We cannot let this name be spread

There is no rising from the dead!

Saturday

With patience bear your daily cross

And count your worldly gains as loss

I grant this tiny share in pain

That you might have eternal gain.

3/20/16 Through 3/26/16

3/20/16 Through 3/26/16

Sunday

When would the scribe and pharisee

Discern that this could truly be

This man of truth that never lied

The Son of God, they crucified?

A psalm that they had often heard

From on the cross that spoken word

A pagan, only recognized

The one, that on the cross had died.

Monday

A costly oil, the fragrance of

Reveals the presence of true love

The One whose presence now and hence

Is worthy of extravagance.

Tuesday

Somehow we know the time draws near

Bewilderment and sense of fear

He says that one will turn away

And choose the Master to betray.

Now His words seem plain as day

But then they only brought dismay.

No one would think the Rock He named

Denying Him, would be defamed.

The spectacle that they would see

Expressed the harsh reality

When all our selfish sins of pride

Became our Christ, the Crucified.

Wednesday

Betrayal comes in small amounts

So small we never keep accounts

It grows when we, our guilt deny

And makes us shout to crucify.

Thursday

Conforming to the Master's plan

I must now serve my fellow man

To love in ways real and concrete

And humbly learn to wash their feet.

Friday

No mind can comprehend the pain

It took to win eternal gain.

In part, our fathers understood

That's why they call this Friday Good!

Saturday

Yesterday the Master died

Beaten, scourged, and crucified.

Mocked and spit upon by men

The sun was even darkened then.

What now for me who thrice denied

The Son of God before He died?

Shame and sorrow fill the day

How will I ever find my way?