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.