5/14/17 Through 5/20/17

5/14/17 Through 5/20/17

Sunday

Lord make of us two living stones

To build a holy place

That those we raise within our home

May come to know Your grace

May sacrifice become our way

In all the things we do

To build a house of love each day

Acceptable to You

Monday

The Advocate will teach you more

And teach the soul that loves to soar

For greater things than I have done

Will then attend the holy one

The gift of faith is ours to find

But oh how hard for all the blind

They have a hard time to believe

If they still to possessions cleave

Tuesday

The peace of Christ He offers those

Who follow in His way

Attending one where e're he goes

His joy throughout the day

But dare not think you'll suffer not

For Him along the way

To share His cross disciples ought

Expect to every day

But with a grace beyond the mind

He fills the docile soul

The peace of God, a different kind

To heal and to make whole

Wednesday

Firmly grafted on the vine

It's flow of life can then be mine

Pruned of that which does not suit

To bear a most abundant fruit

The living water from that Vine

Will slake forever thirst of thine

And pruned of unproductive shoots

You'll bear the finest lucious fruits

Thursday

How rightly can a man discern

The ways of God that he should learn

And find the proper words to say

To lead the others on the Way?

First listen to authority

For Christ has said that it will be

The rock that He will build upon

The water to which men are drawn

Then listen close and you will see

The ways with which the Lord agree

And always view the longer term

Then ask the Lord to please confirm.

His word contains a wisdom well

To shine a light and stories tell

Of those who hope and trust and pray

And find the Lord lights up the way

Friday

Love as I have loved you

No greater love than this

Friends will do as I do

And never love dismiss

No longer slaves but friends

If you obey commands

Find love that never ends

And do what love demands

I gave you everything

My Father gave to me

Abundant fruit now bring

Forth from a faithful tree

Saturday

Love so far beyond all telling

Spirit deep within me dwelling

Make me turn from lesser love

And turn to that from One above

A lesser love deceives the soul

And causes true love to grow cold

Love of only earthly things

A satisfaction never brings

But till and water hardened ground

That thereupon Your fruit be found

Possessions vast that I once saw

May I look on now as straw