7/9/17 Through 7/15/17

7/9/17 Through 7/15/17

Sunday

When fitted to the shoulder well 

The animal will not rebel

The ancient farmer always found

The easy yoke would plow more ground

The yoke of love will free the soul

And then the weary heart console

When plowed with love the ground will yield

A bountiful and fruitful field

Monday

Far more is there than what you see

It's not just talk for folks like me

For this is what the Savior said,

He's truly present in the bread!

Tuesday

Nothing like a pillow,

But stone beneath his head

Jacob, son of Isaac

Retired to his bed

The stairs he saw before him

That rose unto the sky

And angels that adore Him

Both ways were passing by

He knew for sure the gate was here

And God was close at hand

He trusted that his wife was near

And God would do as planned

Wednesday

By wrestling to get our way

We fail to hear what He would say

He calls us to the harvest field

If we, to Him, would simply yield

Thursday

Go out and preach to My lost sheep

Cure every ill disease

Commandments teach that they shall keep

And God above would please.

Friday

Seeing Joseph where he stood

They saw their evil turned to good

The one they sold as just a slave

They turned to now, to feed and save.

Saturday

Amidst the wolves You send Your sheep

And give them strength the faith to keep

To love, in chains, they witness bear

Yet never, in their Lord, despair

For He has conquered death and sin

And given them new life within

No fear of what to do or say

The Spirit guides their every way

7/2/17 Through 7/8/17

7/2/17 Through 7/8/17

Sunday

Who are you to say the things

Outlandish such as these?

That we should love You more than all,

My heart first disagrees

But when I see just who You are

And what Your love has done

I see with eyes of clarity

You are the greatest one

Monday

Best known for having faith that failed

And probing where the hands were nailed

This name you have remains quite flawed

For you declared "My Lord and God!"

If I were known for just my flaws

The shame involved would give me pause

So many times I've turned from Him

To follow just another whim.

If I could say what you declared

Instead of acting weak and scared

No longer would I be so flawed

For He would be my Lord and God.

Tuesday

Amidst the sea of busy days

You guide me through the milky haze

I do my best to listen well

And pass along the things You tell

I slide you in the morning slot

Or likely you would be forgot

A couple times throughout the day

I'll stop and try to briefly pray.

But now I'm coming soon to see 

The shining sea of Galilee

The waters which You walked upon

The stormy seas that You made calm.

I wish to turn the tables there

And cast aside each earthly care

Then change what I, by habit do

To fill my every day with You

Wednesday

Most times we never clearly see

That when we fail to follow Thee

How far it reaches down our clan

Or how we thwart Your greater plan

Each sin accepted in our day

Leads us a little more astray

Then soon it's hard to recognize

The Truth amidst our world of lies

We look around and wonder how

Such wickedness You would allow

But rarely do we ever see

It's fed by every sin from me.

Thursday

Lord help me trust like Abraham

And keep my eyes on You

Then if subjected to exam

My faith be tried and true.

Friday

Matthew and Rebecca

Both ready for the call

Forsake a well-off life for them

Prepared to give their all.

A time will come in every life

With choices where to go

When we must choose a man or wife

And then begin to grow

His providence we often see

When looking back in time

How He has blessed and cared for me

Throughout my whole lifetime.

Saturday

Why bless a liar with such grace

Why give a thief a higher place

Your way, to me, seems so unfair

Do You, for justice, even care?

Your way sees just the surface part

But My way sees the deepest heart

I choose the perseverant son

And never just the likely one

My plan has need of faithful men

Who with adversity contend

Not those who let their spirits droop

And sell my gift for just some soup.

Saturday Evening

What can be more pleasing

Than praise to God in song

The words of God appeasing

To where our hearts belong

A blessing on those holy lips

A hymn of praise to God

A psalm is like the honey drips

Or Spring when Winter's thawed

Instruction vies with beauty

In every psalm we read

His praise our highest duty

His love a precious seed..

6/25/17 Through 7/1/17

6/25/17 Through 7/1/17

Sunday

My weakness Lord I daily see

In how I fail to follow Thee

My view so narrow and confined

I see what's only self-inclined

Then in the emptiness I find

That willfully have I been blind

By choosing pleasure over joy

And failing to, Your grace employ

Remind me Lord throughout this day

To stop and think and humbly pray

For grace to see the wider view

And closer make my walk with You

Monday

A promise, but as yet no land

Things not the way old Abram planned

But trust, his virtue without end

And he would on the Lord depend

Tuesday

One gate is narrow one is wide

Each leading to a different side

One filled with lust and selfish greed

One set on helping those in need

You'd think we'd choose the narrow way

That leads us to a brighter day

But all we see is effort now

And choose the way that's easy now

Wednesday

A promise made, a promise kept

The word of God we must accept

Beyond all counting blessings found

For those within whom faith abounds

Thursday

Peter and Paul, two great ones indeed

The faithful do well if they follow their lead

Passing along the Word highly priced

Proclaiming quite clear that our Lord is the Christ

Friday

If You wish You can make me clean

Much greater works from You I've seen

Quite true, I wish your cleanliness

Receive My touch and don't regress

Be clear your eyes that you may see

The rotting flesh of leprosy

You all have sinned and done so much

But now receive My cleansing touch

Saturday

Oh Lord, I am not worthy

That Thou should come to me

Your word most surely would be

A grace enough for me

Authority I understand

Yours greater far than mine

Don't trouble with a trip unplanned

Your word will do just fine

6/18/17 Through 6/24/17

6/18/17 Through 6/24/17

Sunday

There's far more here than meets the eye

What faithless heretics deny

A presence far beyond the mind

A presence of the sacred kind

The love of Jesus Christ outpoured

All believers come receive it 

Only faithful minds perceive it

Bread and wine the form it takes

On the altar there he breaks

The body of our precious Lord

Christ to chosen ones instructed

How this meal should be conducted

Through one cup and loaf of berad

All the faithful must be fed

Partaking of this holy meal

For He told the loud protesters

That unlike their great ancestors

Who ate and died on just a sign

His body is true bread divine

Now come receive his love and heal

Monday

They're treated as deceivers

Yet truthful to the core

The Spirit's blessed receivers

Who leave us wanting more

Tuesday

I'm called to love my enemies?!

I hold contempt for such as these

You want me to give up what's mine?!

I've worked quite hard for things this fine.

You say that I should offer prayer

For those, who at me, curse and swear?!

You want me now to love the man 

Who wrongs me every time he can?!

Your way, it sounds but so naive

A fool would only thus believe

But if all men would take this view

We'd find ourselves more close to You

Wednesday

The whisper of pride

A beguiling call

That leads us along

To calamitous fall

Old Stinky he knows

How we love to be stroked

And he loves to do

So his flames will be stoked

Kindness now given

In secretive way

Will merit no kudos

The haughty ones say

But Father above 

With His eyes down below

Will see what in secret 

No other ones know

And great will there be

On that final day

Reward for the ones

Who gave in that way.

Thursday

For you my love must never wane

My fervor not grow cold

My bride must see as clear and plain

My love will not grow old

Afresh and new with every day

Secure as one can be

To you my grateful homage pay

And humble thanks to Thee

Friday

The Sacred Heart, most holy place

Though broken, pierced, yet full of grace

Within we find the sources of 

The overflowing font of love

The wise and learned puff their chest

But in the end they find no rest

But little ones can find the way

For they but listen and obey.

Saturday

What signs surround this child's birth

No greater one than him on earth

Born to set the people free

Born for us, a light to be

Yet he but merely clears the way

For One who brings the light of day

Prepare your hearts, repent and see

The dawning of our victory