8/27/17 Through 9/2/17

8/27/17 Through 9/2/17

Sunday

Unsearchable the ways of God

No man can understand

But only watch and then applaud

The works of mighty hand

For who has been His counselor

Or given anything

His way is quite irregular

Directing everything

Though we cannot anticipate

One moment to the next

He calls us to participate

And let our faith be flexed

Monday

Oh Lord how little I can see

Of all that has surrounded me

How blind to glory present here

How steeped in selfish greed and fear

So hard I've worked for things I own

But have I yet your Spirit known?

I've worked for things that rust away

A fool that worked for paltry pay

But can I change and then somehow

Find wisdom, love, and beauty now

If I could but my heart attune

Your grace would come and rescue soon

Tuesday

What happened to my firm resolve?

Was that my faith that just dissolved?

Is there more care for man's respect,

That One who made me I reject?

My weakness is my greatest shame

For I know well Your Holy Name

And yet I fail to share the prize

For how I look to sinful eyes

Wednesday

So many times I hate to say

I turn from You throughout the day

To satisfy my appetites

For fleeting thrills or sweet delights

So base and beggarly my eyes

Enticed by such a slim disguise

How will I ever conquer sin

When I'm so weak and limp within?

So weak and yet too proud to show

The splendor of the One I know

Afraid of disapproval by

Some other faithless wimpy guy

I beg assistance for each day

That from these sins I'd turn away

And firmly fix my eyes on You 

The One whose love is strong and true

Thursday

I wish to stay awake but find

That sleep invades this feeble mind

I want to do as Jesus bids

But find it hard to raise these lids

Some time I need for peaceful rest

If I expect to be my best

For He will grant my every need

And give me finest wheat as feed

Friday

Indecency of every kind

Pollutes the soul and fills the mind

Of those who care not for His grace

But every fleeting pleasure chase

This way for you it must not be

Instead, your way be purity

Send lust and passion far away

Let love and honor rule the day

Saturday

This talent I must cultivate

And raise upon the vine

My duty not to abdicate

And lose this gift of mine

Return a harvest full and rich

The best from what I own

An offering of talent which

In me, has Master sown.