6/5/16 Through 6/11/16

6/5/16 Through 6/11/16

Sunday

This thing called life comes from above

From God of wisdom and of love

Without the light the Savior shed

The empty shell is simply dead

Monday

Blessed are the poor in spirit

Blessed are the peaceful ones

For the Kingdom, they are near it

They shall be His chosen sons

Tuesday

When there's nothing left to give

Give some more that you may live

Then never will the jug run dry

For love endures.  No need to cry.

Wednesday

Mount Carmel saw the fire of love

The fire coming from above

Consuming water, rock, and dust

A fire from God in whom we trust.

False prophets wail aloud in vain

Trusting money, power, and fame

Relying on the mighty Word

Elijah's voice is clearly heard.

Thursday

With his head between his knees

He sought the Lord with labored pleas

To open skies and make it rain

Alleviating people's pain

When God, they finally recognized

They would no longer be chastised

Then on the earth the water flows

Where once was dust the grain now grows

Friday

When suffering He takes away

The things we've often come to say

By lawful right to us belong

But, oh how often, we are wrong.

Our every breath is undeserved

Our consciences have turned and swerved

From knowing Him who gave us all

And answering His quiet call.

For to the Lord we turn in pain

And recognize at once again

That everything we have is His

And all He has he freely gives

Saturday

I'm thankful for the early morn

For as a brand new day is born

I have a chance to start anew

And offer lord, this day to You

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How little here on earth we know

In ignorance and lack we show

That knowledge of our final end

Our simpleness can't comprehend