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