10/15/17 Through 10/21/17

10/15/17 Through 10/21/17

Sunday

Oh fearful gift of freedom

Received from God above

What loss if I indeed come

To reject Your gift of love

The wedding feast prepared

Of rich and juicy food

Our judgment be declared

If we ourselves exclude

So take my will and intellect

And make of me a slave

For fear I might somehow reject

The banquet that You gave

Monday

Something much greater than Solomon here

A humble, true voice to proclaim it quite clear

The people of Nineveh turned to repent

When hearing the Word that through Jonah was sent

The poor are the blessed who find on the way

That all that is needed, is hear and obey

His love is the treasure that satisfies hearts

And all other pleasure from love thus departs

Tuesday

To emptiness and darkness

Our foolishness has led

To find amid the starkness

A place where swine are fed

The Word we found ridiculous

To live for other's good

We'd rather be meticulous

Than be where Jesus stood

But He can change with blinking eye

The fate we've come to know

If we would but confessing try

And let our evil go

Wednesday

Luke, a man of mercy 

We honor on this day

For his insight and wisdom

Oh Lord we humbly pray

Samaritan and prodigal

Or beggar at the door,

Zacchaeus and forgiven thief

They all just wanted more

May we receive what they have found

Great mercy from the Lord

And then some day in white be gowned

Receiving love's reward.

Thursday

Justice and mercy, one scary one great

Both come from the One whom all did create

Justice demands of us love for all men

How often we fail at it time and again

But grace He will give us by trusting His word

No more will our vision of right be so blurred

In mercy our eyes will be opened to see

His love is for all, not just you or just me

Friday

Soon every secret will be known

Soon all true colors will be shown

Things whispered in darkness be shouted aloud

Each dark little secret now known to the crowd

Confessing in humility

Protects one from hypocracy

Beware of the leaven so easily found

And make of yourself a son of the crowned

Saturday

Here beneath the stars of night

I warm myself by firelight

And ponder what I've done for Thee

That You would have such love for me

The gift of life most precious thing

Bestowed by such a gracious King

To all mankind, that we should know

That our Creator loves us so

This fine mosaic You have made

With pieces all of different shade

Lead all to find their proper place

And fill each one with holy grace