11/19/17 Through 11/25/17

11/19/17 Through 11/25/17

Sunday

The worthy wife with busy hands

A house of love, her work expands

The needy clothed, the poor are fed

Her labor yields a filling bread

Great faithfulness in tiny things

A heart of constancy it brings

And no calamity can shake

The faithful servant, wide awake.

Monday

Just how, oh Lord, I want to see

And follow closely, unto Thee

But weak I am, and every day

To sin I bow, and fall away

The love upon Your face I see

In agony upon the tree

And yet I fail to muster power

To follow, in temptation's hour

A blind and foolish man I am

And You, the good and spotless Lamb

I cry aloud that I might be

Someday allowed to walk with Thee

My weakness runs to any length

But You can be my needed strength

Help me to choose to follow Thee

And place myself upon that tree.

Tuesday

Grant courage and a steadfast heart

That I may gladly do my part

To show the young a heart sincere

Can suffer much and never fear

No one remembers those who failed

But only those whose spirits scaled

The height of total love and trust

Forevermore, their faith discussed

Wednesday

A coin is given to each man

To trade and ply the best he can

To bring a greater harvest where 

The evil one can bring despair

The mother with her seven sons

Were thought the poor misfortuned ones

But they invested all they had

And now in paradise are glad

Their coin of love and trust they spent

With battered flesh, and bodies rent

Their story through the centuries told

Their lives returning many fold

Thursday

Our faith must be much more than word

By action best, our voice is heard

When staring evil in the eye

We must insist, we won't comply

Our hope must strengthen in the fight

That God will lead beyond the night

And soon will come a brighter day

With happiness along the way

Our charity must be sincere

And raise the needy planted here

For love will change both heart and mind

And keep us with, the Lord aligned

Friday

Your zeal, oh Lord, how we have seen

That You desire a temple clean

Drive out the evil from my ways

And fill my heart with holy praise

Saturday

How easily we fool ourselves

And turn from what is true

We make our own reality

And run ourselves askew

If we would just but listen well

And do as we are told

Such foolishness we would expel

And enter in the fold