5/7/17 Through 5/13/17

5/7/17 Through 5/13/17

Sunday

My sins He bore upon the tree

His wounds a healing balm for me

A wayward sheep that's prone to stray

He leads along the narrow way

Monday

Call not profaned what God has claimed

To enter in the fold

But go and speak to those who seek. 

All nations must be told

The spirit spoke to Gentile folk

The same as you and me

Cornelius found in Joppa town

The words to set him free

Tuesday

He speaks so very plain you see

But far from all find certainty

For they cannot get past the view

That God would come so close to you

If they could only see their way

To listen to the words You say

Their sight would be so crisp and clear

Of God Himself who comes so near.

Wednesday

The light has come and shone on me

But often still I fail to see

For pride can blind the sinful eye

And make of me a selfish guy

Then ruled by passion and delight

I block the rays of healing light

But if confessing I repent

Again the healing light is sent

Thursday

If God Himself should wash my feet

No life on earth should be complete

Without much service to the poor

To help them in  their trial endure

How patiently He bore the pain

In hope of our eternal gain

He gave us there upon the cross

Our greatest gain, His life of loss

But then He showed once glorified

The prize He won when crucified

The back of evil broken when 

We look upon the Great Amen.

Friday

Drawn to hear His gentle voice

Trembling there with Him rejoice

Unworthy of His presence here

The Lord inspires holy fear

How could One so great attend

To those who frequently offend

Yet He prepares a place for all

Even those who often fall

Saturday

How little I can understand

Of all the things my Lord has planned

So all there is for folks like me

Is simply place our trust in Thee

I've known You now for quite a while

But still can't figure out Your style

Surprise occurs at every turn

With always so much more to learn.