10/30/16 Through 11/5/16

10/30/16 Through 11/5/16

Sunday

If money could buy the forgiveness of sin

If only mere words could change that within

It would take all I own, and then so much more

All the books that are written to even the score

But repentance can change in the blink of an eye

A list of my sin that is broad as the sky

For wider and deeper than seas that are blue

Is Mercy, and sin but a light morning dew.

Monday

Another job is always there

But does it show how much I care,

Or is it just a way to be

So busy that I cannot see

The human need right next to me

For love, and time, and dignity?

Tuesday

This day is set aside for saints

The living and the dead

The instruments by which He paints

The glories up ahead.

The many lights around the globe

That shine in spite of woe

Inviting us to deeper probe

And come the Lord, to know.

Wednesday

At death You purify the soul

That we might have a place

With all the saints, by You made whole

Who now are filled with grace.

That holy pain which purifies

I dread and yet desire

My soul to swab and sterilize

Within the cleansing fire.

Thursday

Metanoia, turn around

And turn away from sin

Repent and let new life be found

Then choose to follow Him

For joy will come when we can see

The error of our way

And then in deep humility

Turn toward the light of day.

Friday

Upon the cross the ledger stood

The Faithful Steward nailed to wood

His book maintained with precious blood

An overflowing font of love

The day will come to settle up

The day when all must drink the cup

And hence, how shall we answer Thee

But Lord be merciful to me.

Saturday

Be faithful in the little things

And see what joy the Master brings

Forsake the money here below

And then true riches you will know.