Sunday, June 19, 2016

6/12/16 Through 6/18/16

6/12/16 Through 6/18/16

Change the lens that I may see
My sins with greater clarity
Repentance and forgiveness find
And then at last, true peace of mind.

Revenge, a tool of mighty power
Destruction in the anger's hour
But love of God is stronger still
If I but exercise my will.

Love will overcome the sin
The darkest secrets deep within
If we but open wide the door
And hide our awful guilt no more

No chain can bind the sky above
No bar can hold the bounds of love
For even in the darkest place
The Lord can shine His light of grace.

Our Father give us daily bread
For through Your goodness we are fed
Teach us to love and to forgive
That far from evil we might live.

Looking for the next new pleasure
We forget our truest treasure
Love of God, that holy treasure
Love for all, and without measure

Friday PM
Locked in prison, bound in chain
Despairing of eternal gain
The Devil's secret aspiration
Ends in utter desolation

Many of the saints were bound
But in the light of Christ they found
Forgiveness for the sins confessed
With love and mercy they were blessed.

No sin too great, He loves us all
Forgiving us each time we fall
No storm can shake that inmost calm
When Mercy plies that healing balm

Friday PM
I pray you look and Truth you find
And with it there a peace of mind
Just let the Shepherd guide the sheep
For green the pasture He will keep

A promise made by Christ the King
That safely home His sheep would bring
By giving to a mortal man
The keys to His eternal plan

Not just the learned or the wise
But also ordinary guys
Are called to know the King of Kings
And all the joy salvation brings

This ordinary guy you see
Will leave you with this humble plea
Surrender and become the meek
And there you'll find the One you seek.

Inspired by a reading from Bishop Amadeus of Lausanne 1159AD

The wisdom of the Father 
Would cling around her neck
The Power that moved all things
Would rest upon her lap

Reclining in her bosom
The Rest of Holy Souls
She gazes on the Word of God
The angels all extol

She gently presses cheek to cheek
And kisses tiny hands and feet
The eyes of purity and Love,
In gentle gaze, there meet.

Receiving kisses from her Son
And hearing from his lips
The "Mama" cry of everyone
That pain on earth here grips

No telling how the bond of love
Grew deeper every day
No want or danger, grief or lack
Could slow how she'd obey

Most pleasing in the eyes of Him
Who made all that there is
His Mother and her constant hymn
That "All I have is His"

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