Sunday, July 23, 2017

8/6/17 Through 8/12/17

8/6/17 Through 8/12/17

Sunday
Son of justice light our way
Shine Your brightness on this day
Show our path in clearest light
In Your presence banish night

Let us be transformed today
Bathed in light along the way
Changed forever by the Son
Brought to life as holy ones

Monday
How generous and loving Lord
For You to feed this hungry hoard
You give far more than bread and meat
You give Your flesh and blood to eat

May not this precious gift elude
The ones who share this sacred food
But may we see in bread and wine
That what You give is love divine

Tuesday
Don't speak against the holy one
Whose life is given for the Son
For leprosy, or something worse
Could then result from such a curse

His faithful ones must always be
Respected in community
For they have given all they own
To seek their God and God alone

Wednesday
The woman of great faith received
What she had asked, for she believed
If we but ask for daily bread
With food of angels we'll be fed

Ignore the giants all around
And in your trust let strength be found
The One we call upon to fight
For us is maker of the might

Thursday
Oh Lord, of sowing sparing seed
May I repent, and change indeed
With cheerful heart may I supply
My best and let You multiply

Let me lose my life for You
And do as faithful servants do
That with the other faithful kind
We may, the Father's honor find

Friday
What God has loved His people so
And given signs that they should know
The path of life to conquer sin
The path to our salvation win?

He bade us now to bear our cross
To count all earthly gain as loss
And in our poverty begin
To shine His light from deep within

Saturday
The tiny little mustard seed
Is more by far than most believe
If we would only trust that much
We too, would share the Savior's touch

I saw that tiny seed one day
The slightest breeze would whisk away
A hundred on my fingernail
And yet no hill was growing pale

I beg You Lord that by Your grace
I still may stand and see Your face
So small, my faith and trust may be
But still I long to live with Thee

Sunday, July 16, 2017

7/30/17 Through 8/5/17

7/30/17 Through 8/5/17

Sunday
Your wisdom greater gift by far
Than sprawling house or fancy car
Your word more precious every day
Than high position or great pay

But daily in our lives must choose
To sell it all, or treasure lose
To let the fleeting pleasure past
And buy the precious pearl at last

Monday
Take root in me that I may grow
Just like the mustard seed
And all my progeny would know
The place to come and feed

Tuesday
The people in their tents were awed
For face to face he spoke with God
The cloud descended on that place
And Moses left with glowing face

Each day He calls to all, Repent!
And find, each one, a prayerful tent
Where we can sit with Him and find
Refreshment and some peace of mind

But only for a precious few
Will heart and soul each day renew
For most will find no time for Him
And settle for the cold and dim

Wednesday
Prepare to sell all that you own
When treasure you have found alone
And buy the field where it resides
To know the joy that it provides

One treasure only worth that much
The treasure of the Savior's touch
Now gold and silver look so dim
All treasure pales compared to Him

Thursday
His net is cast into the sea
To catch the many fish like me
The good they save for food today
The bad they simply throw away

The judgment like that fishing day
When for our actions, all will pay
And those still clinging to their sin
To endless fire will be cast in

Friday
No honor for the common one
They know too well to hear
They turned away from God's own son
Because He was so near

His wisdom and His learning made
Them wonder who He was
No carpenter would be obeyed
No matter what He does

Few miracles among that crowd
Without the will to see
No honor for this man they vowed.
For they refused to see

Saturday
Great love the Virgin Mary showed
She bore the seed the Spirit sowed
Her love surpassing himan mind
Her love a true, and different kind

United in such harmony
With three in one, the Trinity
The Father's will her great desire
Her purest heart a blazing fire

Within her womb the sacred guest
The Son she nursed at virgin breast
At calvary they crucified
And she stood by until He died

Sunday, July 9, 2017

7/23/17 Through 7/29/17

7/23/17 Through 7/29/17

Sunday
Among the wheat the weeds are sown
Together both through time have grown
But at the harvest ends will be
Much different as they both will see

We choose to be a weed or wheat
A fuel for fire or food to eat
So when the harvest day is near
We bask in love or crouch in fear

Monday
The evil one demands a sign
When all His works around us shine
No proof could ever be enough
To quell the wicked one's rebuff

A heart like Pharoah's, cold and hard
That gives the righteous no regard
Will turn his ear the other way
No matter what we do or say

Please soften Lord, these stony hearts
And let them see what love imparts
Or lest they make iniquity 
Their lot for all eternity

Tuesday
A simple jar that's made of clay
Contains the treasure of the Way
the Way that satisfies the soul
The Way that heals and makes us whole

The love of Christ, surpassing power
Filling us at every hour
Afflicted much, but not constrained
Perplexed, but not our spirit drained

A daily death we can't avoid
We're often struck, but not destroyed
Because it's Jesus Christ we knew
We freely die for life in you

If we believe, then we must speak
To strengthen and make firm the weak
That more and more His grace bestow
And glad thanksgiving overflow

Wednesday
The beauty of your providence
Defies my small intelligence
When raining down from heaven bread
Your grumpy people all are fed

Thursday
More and more I wish to see
And closer bring myself to Thee
I wish to honor you each day
And spread Your love in some small way

Let me never close my eyes
Or then, in fear, my faith disguise
But let me be a shining lamp
That leads the souls to find Your camp

Let me not a hinderance be
But like a fountain flowing free
Then watering a thirsty land
To bring forth fruit the way You planned

Friday
A fortune stolen blind from me
Throughout the years that I don't see
The Word around me everyday
But has it made me change my way?

The seed upon a hardened walk
The devil steals with idle talk
No chance to have it root in me
For if the robber I don't see

So recognize this awful threat
And then, more diligent you'll get
And give the seed a fertile ground
So far more fruit can then be found

Saturday
Martha dear, you spoke so clear
The day that Jesus came
Your brother died and so you cried
Your heart, with love, aflame

Your faith affirmed, and He confirmed
He was God's only Son
He gazed at skies, then called to rise
The dead and rotting one.




Sunday, July 2, 2017

Holy Land Pilgrimage

Holy Land Pilgrimage

Random Thought #1
I come to hear the gentle breeze
I come to find some faithful keys
On Carmel where Elijah stood
And where our Lord was fixed to wood

Random Thought #2
Yes, my Jesus.  Yes, my lord
Not giving what I can afford
But giving all I have to You
That You might all my life renew

Random Thought #3
In the synagogue He taught
But pharisees and elders thought
His words quite blasphemous they seemed
And so, to thwart His plan they schemed

His signs and wonders held no sway
They would not change their rigid way
In blindness now they failed to see
Far more than carpenter was He

7/16/17 Through 7/21/17

7/16/17 Through 7/21/17

Sunday
I wish that I could always be
A fertile groung for seed in me
A ground that welcomes all You give
And bears great fruit by how I live

So often hard and not received
I let it go for birds to feed
Or once received in joy I find
It hard to keep, then nevermind

Most often I receive it well
But fail to much upon it dwell
And on my daily cares I wait
Then slowly, Your seed suffocate

But on occassion I have found
My heart to be a fertile ground
And as the story You once told
The fruit is borne a hundredfold

Monday
The way of evil kills the young
Persuades its prey with lying tongue
Enslaves the ones who think they're free
To care for no one else but me

The evil one he stands amused
When foolish men get so confused
And blinded by their selfish ways
Our Lord and God they fail to praise

Tuesday
Woe to you Americans
Who count your wealth and fix your plans
Your land I blessed as none before
And yet My laws you still ignore

Where comes the blessing on your land
But from the palm of My right hand?
This generation's selfishness
Quite surely, soon, we must address

Am I to look the other way
When you don't keep My Sabbath day
Or when you worship foolish things
Like fancy cars or diamond rings?

You think it doesn't matter much
That many women man should touch
And then discard a life anew
To quell a hinderance for you

The aged too you throw away
When they have passed their better day
No time to waste and sit around
When other pleasures must be found

No one can trust your evil tongue
Your lies corrupt My precious young
No one this mighty hand to stay
If you continue on your way

Repent before you pass the brink
Or then your nation surely sink
And what a fall the mighty find
When wickedness like this is mined

Wednesday
The childlike have come to know
The ways of God that wise forego
He comes to greet the innocent
And they obey where they are sent

The wise know better, so they say
And walk their own invented way
But on that path they seldom find
Their will, and that of God, aligned.

Thursday
Forever He remembers us
His mercy kind and generous
He leads His people through the sea
So they might worship strong and free

His yoke of freedom from all sin
Since time began the way has been
To peace and joy for every man
According to His holy plan

Reject it not, and you will find
The place where purest gold is mined
His slave I always wish to be
A slave that's joyful, glad, and free.

Friday
The sabbath made for mortal man
According to His holy plan
Not as a chain to anchor down
But as a day, the week to crown

A day for man to honor God
And all His wonderous works applaud
Not here for following some rules
Becoming just religious fools

A day to rest, and re-create
A day for things to celebrate
A day for man to ponder things
And see the good the Savior brings.

Saturday
How blest was Mary Magdalene
To see the place where Christ had been
To tell Apostles, "He's alive!"
And down-trod spirits then revive

The joy I cannot comprehend
Of seeing death was not the end
But crowning gift of love to man
According to the Father's plan