11/26/17 Through 12/2/17
Sunday
The final day is coming near
And only fools would have no fear
For who could stand before this King
Without the shame that sin will bring?
When all is known before His eye
"But, Mercy lord!" will be our cry
For death is what we all deserve
By failing, this great King, to serve
Repent and turn away from sin
A fresh and new life now begin
Let Him heal the blind and lame
That they might bear the Master's name
Monday
Two copper coins, her livelihood
Her all in all she gave
Through love of God she understood
His pow'r to heal and save
Tuesday
A great destruction coming soon
Her all in all she gave
Through love of God she understood
His pow'r to heal and save
Tuesday
A great destruction coming soon
The Master comes, the vine to prune
Fulfilling then His faithful oath
To strip away the useless growth
We strut about in useless leaves
Disguising liars, fools, and thieves
But when the vine is stripped and clean
The truth for all is clearly seen
The source of life comes from the Vine
And not these worthless "things" of mine
So lose the leaves without dispute
The time has come for bearing fruit.
Wednesday
The writing hand proclaims the Word
That we must understand
To turn away would be absurd
And void what He has planned
The hand of God is written down
Beside us everyday
But often we just look and frown
"It's much too hard a way"
Absorb the Word and make it known
It's not too late as yet
To see the wonders He has shown
And closer to Him get
Thursday
Read in hope, the holy Word
And answer when the call is heard
To drop the nets and follow near
And overcome your foolish fear
His way will bring a peace unknown
As saints throughout the years have shown
And you as well, through love shall find
His comfort and His peace of mind
Friday
No way for evil to assuage
The glory of the coming age
The brilliance of eternal light
Or darkness of eternal night
The light shall win when all is shown
And every evil lie made known
That vict'ry is already here
If we but to, the Lord draw near.
Saturday
Will I be ready for that day
When fear and trembling pass this way?
Will I be found awake, alert?
Will I be one escaped unhurt?
It's doubtful I could pass the fire
And thus the crown of love acquire
Without a stop to burn away
Corruption of this earthly clay
Lord, change me now while there is time
To help me on this upward climb
And make of me a servant true
Who always sets his sights on You.
Wednesday
The writing hand proclaims the Word
That we must understand
To turn away would be absurd
And void what He has planned
The hand of God is written down
Beside us everyday
But often we just look and frown
"It's much too hard a way"
Absorb the Word and make it known
It's not too late as yet
To see the wonders He has shown
And closer to Him get
Thursday
Read in hope, the holy Word
And answer when the call is heard
To drop the nets and follow near
And overcome your foolish fear
His way will bring a peace unknown
As saints throughout the years have shown
And you as well, through love shall find
His comfort and His peace of mind
Friday
No way for evil to assuage
The glory of the coming age
The brilliance of eternal light
Or darkness of eternal night
The light shall win when all is shown
And every evil lie made known
That vict'ry is already here
If we but to, the Lord draw near.
Saturday
Will I be ready for that day
When fear and trembling pass this way?
Will I be found awake, alert?
Will I be one escaped unhurt?
It's doubtful I could pass the fire
And thus the crown of love acquire
Without a stop to burn away
Corruption of this earthly clay
Lord, change me now while there is time
To help me on this upward climb
And make of me a servant true
Who always sets his sights on You.
Greetings Mark. I enjoyed reading. Well done. You are indeed a good poet.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.