4/9/17 Through 4/15/17

4/9/17 Through 4/15/17

Palm Sunday

Shepherd struck and sheep all scattered

Holy face all beat and battered

Gone the loyalty once promised

Now fulfilled the words of psalmist

Hanging there upon the wood 

His mother there beneath Him stood

She watched as every drop of blood 

Became a tide of mercy's flood

His body drained of all its life

Our pure and holy sacrifice

Now Jesus, in the tomb, was laid

The price of all our sins was paid.

Monday

The chosen one who comes to us

Comes not to shout or make a fuss

He comes to heal the broken reed

He comes to sow His precious seed

That formed and nourished by His hand

We learn to follow each command

Becoming light to help men see

And setting all the captives free

Tuesday

Let me sing of Your salvation

Let me be a light to nations

You my rock and fortress be

Rescue and deliver me

In my weakness, be my strength

Help me love to greater length

Let my mouth declare Your praise

Let my soul Your anthem raise.

Wednesday

The unprepared disciples hear

My appointed time draws near

But only one will travel near

While the rest will flee in fear

Am I prepared to meet the day

That surely comes my way

Have I learned to love and pray

My blessed Savior's way?

Thursday

Anticipation in the air

A somber mood is everywhere

The expectation He is King

But puzzled by His offering

To wash the feet of lowly ones

And make of them His Father's sons

Betrayal by a chosen friend

That leads to such a bitter end

And yet a heart intent to serve

The lowly ones who least deserve

Who can this be with such great love

But God's own Son from up above

Lord let me find in You the way

To serve the ones I meet today

To strip away my foolish pride

And lift a basin to my side

Then wash the feet of those in need

And learn from You to love indeed

Good Friday

How good this day Christ died for me!

When I knew not, I wasn't free

When I assumed my way was right

Because I held the power or might

How good it was for every blow

To wake me up that I would know

The depth of love He held within

For one so mired deep in sin

How good the thorns upon His brow

To take the pain of broken vow

And nails that pierce His hands and feet

For avarice and ill conceit

And oh, how good that precious tide

To wash away my sinful pride

The parched and painful burning thirst

Of love that saves a sinner cursed!

Holy Saturday

Ridiculed and crucified

Upon the cross the Savior died

He came from Mary's virgin womb

But now He lies within the tomb

No joy this day of sabbath rest

While faith endures this emptiness

No more Messiah spoken of

They crucified the man of love.