2/26/17 Through 3/4/17

2/26/17 Through 3/4/17

Sunday

The love of money, golden chain

Denying what we hope to gain

Shiny glitter all aglow

Instead of friend has turned to foe

Has brought us nothing worth our while

But only kept our looks in style

Yes, looks provide a moment's thrill

But, yes, it's true, that looks can kill

Monday

In Jesus and the rich young man

We see how incompleteness can

Negate the offerings we make

Exposing true, revealing fake.

No use to boast with words we say

No use to come but half the way

If we're to answer to His call 

Just be prepared to give your all.

Tuesday

Never wonder, what of me

With all the gifts I've offered thee

You can't out-give the Giver's gift

So let the Lord, your spirits lift.

His word a promise to us all

Who answer to His loving call

In ways you may not now discern

Behold a hundredfold return

Tuesday PM

Lord, all I've given came from You

And all I have belongs to You

If I insist on holding back

It leads me on a fatal track

For You, in love, created me

And in Your love You made me free

And if I fail to give You all

How hard and sad that fatal fall

Wednesday

This day begins the trial long

To make me weak, yet make me strong

To help me see beyond what's here

To trust and learn to conquer fear

A time to slow the busy pace

And learn to yield to fruitful grace

Enduring that which may annoy

Denying pleasure, bound for joy.

Thursday

Deny yourself, pick up your cross

Then come and follow Me

What seems to be a total loss

Will really set you free

For all you are was made to be

A perfect gift of love

United for eternity

In wedded bliss above

Friday

Cry out loud and let them hear

Their wickedness is known quite clear

No answer to their prayer is sent

Unless they humbly now repent

Sackcloth and ashes don't you see

Is not the thing that pleases Me

But broken yoke and slaves set free

Will bring with Me, your unity.

Saturday

If you remove malicious speech

And guide the hungry ones you teach

Then light will rise in darkest night

And gloominess will take to flight

The ancient ruins then restored

A righteous crown your great reward

Your strength renewed to never fail

Whatever trial may assail

But if you choose to go your way

And don't revere My Sabbath day

Such blessings I will not bestow

And such delight you'll never know.