1/7/18 Through 1/13/18

1/7/18 Through 1/13/18

Sunday

The King has come, we must adore

For none like Him has gone before

He came in humble mean estate

The darkness, now to soon abate

The day is called Epiphany

When that great light was shown to three

Who brought their incense, myrrh, and gold

As gifts to infant King behold

To honor Him, this newborn King,

What gift is there that I should bring?

But contrite heart and ready hands

To act upon what Love commands.

Monday

What a dry and barren earth

Without the Word to bring to birth

The seed for sower and for bread

That hungry souls be richly fed

Your ways so high above my own

Your thoughts to me, remain unknown

But what I see You water well

And cause the fruitful vine to swell.

Tuesday

For him we asked the Lord above

To grant once more a child of love

And so, in trust, as we believed

Another child was then conceived

Wednesday

Long before dawn, in quiet repose

The soul of the just and seeking man knows

The Voice that he longs for as his trusted guide

Will never abandon, but be at his side

To show him the way at every new turn

And help him, the will, of the Lord to discern

But answer he must, by obeying the Word

By doing the thing, from the Lord, he has heard

Thursday   (1 Sam 4&5)

Crushed in battle troops depleted

Even with the Ark, defeated

How could it be, this chosen race,

Be found in such complete disgrace?

Among the dead the haughty ones

Poor Eli's disobedient sons

Each man, in terror, hunkered down

As Ark was sent from town to town

Both Israelites and Phillistines

Would come to see just what it means

To treat our God so carelessly

Refusing to His glory see

Obedience is what He asks

In plain and simple little tasks

But far too often we can't see

His Word is what will make us free.

Friday   (1 Sam 8)

Appoint for us a king to reign

Became their ignorant refrain

The peace they sought at freedom's cost

To tyrants now the fools have lost

An earthly king will but enslave

And confiscate what gifts He gave

The way to peace is turn around

And let true righteousness be found

If you would change, then others lead

For earthly king, you'd have no need

Just change the one that you control

Then watch it make the others whole

Saturday

The call to sinners, "Follow me"

Is still the call to set us free

The call to leave the world behind

And peace, as followers, to find

The ones He called in such a way

Have all encountered brighter day

More satisfied to walk with Thee

In docile, pure, humility

To leave the riches standing there

And follow where you don't know where

What some would call a foolish move

The wisest choice it will be proved.