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