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