9/4/16 Through 9/10/16

9/4/16 Through 9/10/16

Sunday

I often sit and there opine

How short this memory of mine

Your written and Your spoken word

Forgotten as if never heard

So quickly lost in earthly care

That springs from almost anywhere

I flit and flutter through the day

Forgetting all the words You say

But Mercy comes anew each morn

And once again new hope is born

You whisper once again to me

And briefly open eyes to see

Someday it will be different when

The Word is fully present then

And sharing in the life divine

The knowledge of the Word is mine.

Monday

I'd rather have a withered hand

And faithful trust in Him

Than find my house was built on sand

When come the rain and wind

Tuesday

We claim it's justice that we seek

But not the justice of the meek

Instead of suffering some pain

We go to court for earth;y gain

Before the procurator stood

The source of all that is that's good

In justice He should be adored

Yet by the judges was abhorred

Wednesday

I've found that in the ways of Christ

The path of life is highly priced

When poverty I freely choose

So many things I also lose

Greed and gluttony, avarice

The things I lose are much like this

The Spirit works inside of me

Replacing pride, humility

A paradox it seems to be

That life requires death in me

But yet this feeds and makes me whole

And lust indulged just starves the soul.

Thursday

The child resembles mom and dad

With features those before him had

That curly hair or dimpled chin

By many ways they're known as kin

But Mary like no other one

Is found resembling her Son

In perfect love, and highly priced

We see in her the gift of Christ

A giving of herself to all

In answer to her holy call

A willingness to suffer shame

In honor of His precious name

I pray that I may one day be

A child in whom the world can see

Resemblance to the One above

Resemblance in the ways of love

Friday

With filth and squalor all around

A single ray of light is found

St.  Peter Claver pray for me

And help me set the captive free

But first I need to lose this chain

That makes me seek for earthly gain

Repent of many sins I own

And then be fit to make Him known.

Saturday

Have I been attentive Lord

And listened to Your word

Or have I been just like the hoard

And those that never heard?

Does it make a difference

Because I hear Your voice

Does it give me confidence

When life demands a choice?