1/15/17 Through 1/21/17

1/15/17 Through 1/21/17

Sunday

From in the womb He knew your name

And formed no other one the same

His servant you were meant to be

He made you loving, good, and free

If you but do His holy will

His love will ever warm the chill

Then hearts will find their way and see

How great His chosen nation be

By grace all called to love you see

To know the holy Trinity

The Father, Son and Holy Ghost

To join the ranks of heaven's host

So testify what you have seen

And make Him known to king and queen

I would, but now I can't you see

My mother just aborted me.

Monday

Don't try to fix that worn out cloak

Another patch will just evoke

A greater tear and then you'll see

The cloak you need is really me.

A fresh and supple loving kind

Renewing heart and also mind

Put off the old and don the new

The cloak of love looks good on you.

Tuesday

Hope the anchor for the soul

Our trust His love will make us whole

Reaching in beyond the veils

Affixed to One who never fails

Wednesday

Melchizedek in Salem town

His priesthood ever more renowned

King of righteousness by name

Enjoys his everlasting fame

A priest before the priesthood made

His gift of bread and wine displayed

Our father in the faith he blessed

With honor, Abraham addressed

Now Jesus in that single line

Of priests who came outside of time

Has offered up His bread and wine

That life eternal may me mine

Wednesday PM

I know the Truth will set me free

But still I choose iniquity

I dread to curb my base desires

Yet always prove them wicked liars

What looks so sweet to fleshly eye

Will never truly satisfy

But coax, and charm, and slyly hound

Until, with cords, I'm tightly bound

My courage and my firm resolve

So often fail and just dissolve

I fail to think or stay aware

And then I'm tempted to despair

But then, I must, in shame confess

I offer God this bloody mess

And He confirms His word to me

That only Truth will set you free!

Thursday

Is it lawful? He would ask

To do a good or evil task

Upon the holy Sabbath day

When only rest should be the way?

Why speak with no authority

You pious scribe and pharisee?

You of all should know the way

And guide the flock by what you say

But since you only clean outside

Your inner filth you cannot hide

And rather than behold the King

You plot, to His destruction bring

Friday

He summoned those He wanted

And at His call they came

Then twelve He thus appointed

Apostles they became

To this day, His call goes out

To each and every soul

At times a whisper, or a shout

But call to each enroll

Will you respond and follow

The voice of Love that calls

Or in the mud still wallow

Where pride and sin befalls?

Saturday

Not with the blood of goats He came

All other priests were not the same

Upon the altar His own blood

And grace descending like a flood.