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.