10/8/17 Through 10/14/17
Sunday
The Master is entitled to
A harvest from His land
A just return from those who knew
But did not as He planned
Monday
What a tempest we create
When fleeing from His will
A storm whose winds will not abate
Til they have had their fill
Let us, not like the selfish, flee
Or walk along the way
Let us, in all, our brothers see
And bring them light of day
Tuesday
The better part is loving You
And following in all we do
Your word made known in varied ways
And offering our constant praise
Repenting when we see our sin
And making changes deep within
From every evil turned away
To follow closely in Your way
Wednesday
So quick to judge the other's sin
We fail to see they long within
To know His mercy and His grace
To see His kind forgiving face
Our love must be more deep than this
Or we will also surely miss
His mercy in our righteousness
And find ourselves in great distress
Thursday
Answer when He knocks the door
And beckons, "Come and give Me more"
The angry fist He cannot fill
But open hand that does His will
Fear not the ones who prosper now
The blaze will come and show them how
There's nothing left, not branch or root
For those who fail to bear Him fruit
Beseach Him now throughout the day
To feed your soul along the way
And grant the grace to do His will
Then find your longing well fulfilled
Friday
Once I've clearly seen the truth
If in old age or in my youth
My job is not just sweep the place
But now to fill my house with grace
In emptiness the demons find
Their way to sway and fill the mind
And though once cleansed for brighter days
My soul will find the darkest ways
Saturday
How blest the holy womb that bore
The One we worship and adore
How blest the breast that nursed this One
Messiah, and God's only Son
Far more yet still, is blest the one
Who follows what is here begun
And listens to the Word I speak
With docile will that's poor and meek.
