6/12/16 Through 6/18/16

6/12/16 Through 6/18/16

Sunday

Change the lens that I may see

My sins with greater clarity

Repentance and forgiveness find

And then at last, true peace of mind.

Monday

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.

Tuesday

Love will overcome the sin

The darkest secrets deep within

If we but open wide the door

And hide our awful guilt no more

Wednesday

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.

Thursday

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.

Friday

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.

Saturday

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"