10/8/17 Through 10/14/17

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.