6/26/16 Through 7/2/16

6/26/16 Through 7/2/16

Sunday

How worthless what I left behind

The yoke of sinfulness

For there a soul could never find

True peace and happiness.

Monday

All that's good is from Your gift

The things that make my spirits lift

A barren and a salted waste

The things I often long to taste.

Tuesday

Your prophecy will come to me

At times throughout the day

But cloudy eyes must recognize

Then listen, and obey.

Wednesday

The faith was spread by holy men

Like Peter, and St. Paul

The ones who trusted God and when

Were called, they gave their all.

Thursday

Rise and walk the Master said

Forgiven is your sin

Have courage and pick up your bed

By faith in God you win

No blasphemy within His word

For all authority

Is in the voice the cripple heard

That beckoned, "Come to Me".

Friday

A famine of God's word will be

The payment for our apathy

The Word which is our salt and light

Will vanish into darkest night.

But that is how it needn't be

If we repent and be set free

For if we listen and obey

The Lord will give the light of day

And open up to greater still

New life to those who seek His will

For happiness and peace abound

Where following His will is found.

Saturday

Veiled in our humanity

His fire of love we fail to see

Concupiscence now clouds the view

Of that true love that man once knew.

A dim reflection we now see

Of that extreme reality

But in a marriage find a clue

Of what self-giving love can do.