9/3/17 Through 9/9/17

9/3/17 Through 9/9/17

Sunday

So often I will shun the cross

And simple pleasures seek

Forgetting life comes from the loss

Of all I try to keep

Monday

When Love and Truth within our midst

Present to us they're often missed

We've grown so calloused, old, and gray

We fail to hear what Love would say

Could one so common really bring

The blessings of a sacred king?

"Away with Him", we often say

We have no need to change our way

But, Oh how foolish we can be

When Love and Truth we fail to see

We cast aside the precious stone

And choose to live for self alone

Tuesday

What gave His words that special power

That hungry souls would just devour?

Where got He such authority

That at His sight the demons flee?

No one like Him has spoke before

His word will pierce down to the core

In all the land He's spoken of

Because His words are truth and love

Wednesday

A refuge, a deserted place

Someplace to stop, refill with grace

We need some time alone with Him

To fill our cup unto the brim

He welcomes us at every chance

To fill our hearts and love enhance

In spite of how we fall away

He's there to greet us every day.

Thursday

An emptiness for God to fill

An instrument to do His will

This body that is known as mine

Must now, unto His will, incline

For I have seen abundant grace

And cannot now, my Savior face

Without submitting to His will

And giving emptiness to fill

Friday

This day was born the second Eve

The one immaculate conceived

The one whose humble willing yes

Would then all generations bless

The lowly one now lifted high

By her affirmative reply

Will hear the prayers of us below

And graces from her Son bestow

Saturday

Into the rotting stench below

Would blessed Peter Claver go

With food and medicine to heal

To spread the word in selfless zeal

The lowly slave his chosen charge

To serve as Christ and thus enlarge

Their hearts to see a brighter day

When freedom true, would come their way