7/17/16 Through 7/23/16

7/17/16 Through 7/23/16

Sunday

Martha worked, but Mary kept

A vigil at His feet

But as she cooked, and cleaned, and swept

She missed the love replete

To work, we must attentive be

To make our daily bread

but more than hospitality

Must let our souls be fed

Monday

All around and every day

Are found, His blessings on the way

But often yet I fail to see

His answer right in front of me.

Tuesday

Much like the flower of the field

So fleeting is the life we yield

And since the time we came to birth

Have we helped beautify the earth?

Wednesday

Say not I am too young

Say not I am too old

I've given you a tongue

To man-up and be bold.

Thursday

Remember how you loved Me so.

With all your heart and soul,

Why did you ever let me go

And never then be whole?

You turned away to play the whore

The Fountain at your back

And traded lavish waters for

A cistern with a crack.

Friday

Forgiven much, the Magdalene

Could not forget what she had seen.

Her blessed Lord they crucified

Stood there before her glorified.

Saturday

Make of me a soil deep

And rich beyond compare

Sow in me Your precious wheat

That choice and luscious fare.