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