11/13/16 Through 11/19/16

11/13/16 Through 11/19/16

Sunday

The end of time is coming soon

One day at ten, or maybe noon

Our job is but to persevere

And know the end is drawing near.

Monday

David's son have pity on me

And from this blindness set me free

I know dear Master You are He

And simply want, my Lord, to see

Tuesday

The beauty of the world beyond

Oh Lord, I want to see

The purity of that first dawn

Reveal, Oh Lord, to me

For many sins have stained my soul

That I'm no longer free

They keep me from becoming whole

And far away from Thee

Their weight has bent my every bone

Deforming what was me

Their burden leaves me all alone

And far away from Thee

But You can lift the heavy load

Of debt I owe to Thee

And start me on a straighter road

Oh Lord, I want to see

Repent My child, and turn around

And buy the gold from Me

Join with the holy saints all gowned

In white and be set free.

I chasten and reprove the ones

I love so they may be

Anointed with the salve as sons

And truly learn to see.

Wednesday

A talent given, must be used

Lest be the wicked one accused

Of squandering his legacy

By hiding it where none can see.

Thursday

If we just knew what makes for peace

For harmony with great and least

We'd suffer not the coming trial

No heart of ours be filled with guile

For none are worthy to unroll

With seven seals, the holy scroll

Except the pure and spotless lamb

The Holy One, the great I AM

For He has shown the way of peace

To care for all and never cease

To find the way of God above

Through total and self-giving love.

Friday

Take the scroll from me and eat

Its taste, like honey will be sweet

But in the stomach it will sour

Showing its convicting power

Friday PM

Lord let me sip the cup with You

That I might do the things You do

Help me to love with all I own

Help me to grow what You have sown

Saturday

Lord give me now and through this day

The will to love and walk Your way

That when the evening sun has set

A little closer I will get

Let me cower not today

But let me learn to trust and pray

And know each little test of will

Can draw me to You, closer still

Then someday I might learn to be

A faithful servant, Lord, to Thee

And rise above my foolish fear

To hear Your voice say "Come up here".