10/29/17 Through 11/4/17

10/29/17 Through 11/4/17

Sunday

Now love of God and love of man

The perfect place within His plan

This test devised to trick the Son

Proved Him our God and Holy One

For love is more than words or rules

Love is what our passions fuels

To give oneself in total love

Reflects the love of God above

Monday

This heavy sin has bent my spine

Lord in my wretched state incline

And free me from this burden great

That once again I may stand straight

Tuesday

I offer You this mustard seed

In hopes that it will grow

Into the faith and trust I need

To never let You go

So tiny one can barely see

So easily destroyed

How can the faith survive in me

With selfishness employed?

So clear away the avarice

Give up the greed and more

No seed can grow in dirt like this

What am I waiting for?

Wednesday

Lord make me hunger but for You

Be present there in all I do

Make all desires pale when shown

In light of You, and You alone

Lord make me thirst for holiness

That all my sin would be confessed

So mercy I would daily find

And nevermore be seen so blind

Let me wear Your mighty seal

And join You where the thunders peal

Exclaiming there with holy men

Your glory, power, and might, Amen!

Thursday

Lord cleanse this sinful heart of mine

And to Your way, my will incline

Let the cleansing now begin

That sooner, I should favor win

I must be clean and pure of heart

To stand within Your work of art

Attachments, none however small

No hint or remnant of the fall

No shadows in this world of light

Of always day and never night

So let Your fire burn away

My sins, and bring about Your day

Friday

How could I lose eternity

For those who mocked and hated me?

My love is not as great as this,

But I have felt His loving kiss

The kiss, the word, the gentle call

The challenge to surrender all

I wish that all would come to know

The Lord, and let His favors grow

It's quite a far-off place to get

That I, would so, myself forget

And love the others more than me

But that would truly set me free

Saturday

He's writing straight with crooked lines

And so our Maker thus defines

His providence above all things

That peace, to those in trial brings

A Sabbath day, a story told

Of taking places by the bold

And then the haughty one is led

To where the lowly ones are fed

He works within the faults of men

To show His mercy once again

And those once lost who find their way

Make ever brighter endless day