9/10/17 Through 9/16/17

9/10/17 Through 9/16/17

Sunday

Somehow I share the guilt of sin

For those I fail to call within

My love must cast a wider net

And have no sinner I forget

Give me the courage to repent

Of sins I own and then be sent

To lead the others on the way

That they might turn to light of day

Monday

Who were the withered ones that day

Unable to discern the Way

Incapable of doing good

When in their midst, the Savior stood?

A withered hand His word can heal

Not withered heart with evil zeal

One hard as stone and steeped in sin

Can only change from deep within

At first they have to recognize

That they have followed useless lies

Repent and turn away from sin

Then ask the Lord to dwell within

Tuesday

He chose His closest ones to share

His daily life and every care

The twelve, in time, became to be

His faithful home community

So often one in trial depends

Upon support from faithful friends

To help him through his darkest time

And from the depth, to new height climb

Wednesday

May I be a blessed one

And not a man of woes

May I always see the Son

And follow where He goes

Each morning He awakens me

To listen to  His word

That I may help some others see

And make His message heard

But one must change more than the rest

And he must plainly see

The only way to pass the test

Is simply changing me.

Once raised with Christ the man of love

No place for sordid sin

I must press on for that above

And find my life in Him

Thursday

In the Garden, through a tree

The serpent gained his sway on me

That sin of old that looked so sweet

So bitter in its cruel defeat

Then once again that serpent's bite

Attacked the ones in desert flight

Ungrateful in their sin of pride

The bitten ones grew sick and died

But on a pole was serpent raised

To save all who upon it gazed

This but a mere prefigured sign

Of our salvation, love divine

He too has conquered through a tree

But not with pride, but love for me

And when I gaze upon His cross

I count all else as none but loss

Friday

Spotless woman beauty bright

Share with me your holy light

Grant for me your Son to see

Daily joining in affliction

Growing strong in my conviction

Of the Father's love for me

Mother's love in ceasless giving

Favor all on earth here living

Mother of God's only Son

Let me share within your sorrow

Once again upon the morrow

Virgin pure and spotless one

Saturday

Build a house with no foundation

Find yourself in desolation

When the storms of life shall come

And turn the mansion to a slum

Honor Him who gives you all

And He'll protect you from a fall

Give Him all that He is due

And He will set His seal on you

Act upon His word of truth

Show good example to the youth

Be docile members of the flock

Dig deep and bui;ld your house on rock