2/11/18 Through 2/17/18

2/11/18 Through 2/17/18

Sunday

He took upon His shoulders then

The weight of not just sinful men

But everyone cast out by law

Each sick or leper that He saw

By touching, and by healing them

In spite of, quiet, warning them

They spread His fame throughout the land

Till in no quiet, He could stand

Monday

Each trial brings a blessing

That's not so ready seen

A way for now expressing

What faith does truly mean

A cry for help and daily trust

In providential care

A way to clear the heart of rust

And breathe a fresher air.

I may not see the good today

Or not for years to come

But here I'll trust, and here I'll stay

Till victory is won

Tuesday

So many times You've shown to me

How much You truely care

And still I fight to clearly see 

That You are really there

I hear Your word and act upon

What You have plainly said

Then at once the worries spawn

And grow within my head

Why must I be so weak and scared

When all Your works I've seen

For You have generoulsy shared

With me when times are lean

I don't know what the future holds

But Him who holds I know

The Potter now through trial molds

And someday He will show.

Wednesday

Be merciful oh Lord for we have sinned

Our hearts have swayed with every gust of wind

May this season be for us a change

As we, for love, our wickedness exchange

Hear a humble plea for clemancy

The cry, "Oh Lord, be merciful to me"

And fill the contrite heart with holy joy

As we, Your tender mercies there employ

Thursday

As tempting as the self can be

Indulging it will not set free

True freedom's found in His command

And following the path He planned

For happiness as man and wife

we die to self and then choose life

Whoever loses life each day

Will profit in the Spirit's way

Friday

To fast from sin is now the way

To bring about the light of day

Loosen thongs of every yoke, and 

Find the chains of sin now broken

In these times of self-denial

Find the grace for every trial

Share your gifts with those in need

And plant in them a loving seed

Saturday

If rightly He is understood

His call is always for our good

He calls the sinner to repent

And then go forth as one who's sent

To change the way the people view

What's good for me and good for you

To let them see a sinner turn

And what a contrite heart can learn

March for Life 2018

Impressions from the March 2018

A minute's silence for each one

Would take a hundred years

Untold the sorrow for each son

Or daughter drowned in tears

A frightful "choice" they said would end

The troubles in her mind

She tries, but now, cannot pretend

She's put it all behind

A child only in grade five

Is bright enough to see

A baby there is quite alive

But never she will see

The lie is told each time again

But never does it heal

The question if she knew back then

Just how, she now would feel

The sorrow never leaves the soul

But peace can still be found

Forgiving love can make one whole

If we but turn around

No more in silence hide away

Perpetuating lies

But speak the truth in light of day

That only Love saves Lives

2/4/18 Through 2/10/18

2/4/18 Through 2/10/18

Sunday

I seek a lonely place with You

Not just for all the works You do

But here to show my love is true

And just to spend some time with You

For all my worries of the day

Within Your presence melt away

And though remains my cross to bear

I know beside me, You are there

Monday

Lord let me touch Your tassel then

In truth I shall be healed

And let me be attentive when

Your word has been revealed

My goal for happiness and joy

To spread across the land

Your works and wisdom to employ

With love as You had planned

Tuesday

Is all I write an empty word,

A babble that is never heard?

Is pride the motivation for

The drive to constantly say more?

In honesty, I must admit

I take a little pride in it,

But at the core, I relish time

To sit with You and pen the rhyme.

Wednesday

Uncleanliness comes from within

The source of all our graft and sin

For all the things he made are good

When proper use is understood

Thursday

A steadfast heart create for me

Not wavering in the wind

No foreign gods for me to see

No need to be chagrined

A humble heart that sees my sins

Confessing one and all

In wisdom knows that love begins

By answering His call

In simple observation see

How weakly I resolve

To banish foreign gods from me

And let true love evolve

Friday

Oh, if we would open wide

The Lord would surely fill

If we would be His ready bride

His grace would overfill

If hearts were truly set on Him

And evil was subdued

No more would outlooks be so dim

If holiness pursued

Saturday

A pilgrim in the desert fed

To trust in providence is led

No other god has ever said

His body now becomes our bread

His food becomes our flesh and bone

Our food from God, and God alone

In desert land parched by the sun

With love a heart and soul are won

1/28/18 Through 2/3/18

1/28/18 Through 2/3/18

Sunday

With thoughts of love my faithful guide

Be evil spirits cast aside

The flame of lust or greed of pride

Extinguished by the love inside

Monday

For curses due, I thank the Lord

May they be heeded, not deplored

For they reveal to me the sin

Of all my greed and pride within

Distasteful as at first it seems

It shatters my deceptive dreams

And makes me face what others see

As many faults contained in me.

Bear fruit I beg from these insults

And find in me desired results

A man, in truth, more humble now

Whose every gift has come from Thou

Tuesday

In just the tassle of His cloak

In just one word of those He spoke

Great healing and great comfort find

Contentment there, and peace of mind

Wednesday

To count on anything but God

Would be for us a grim facade

No money, fame, or fortune brings

such blessings or such useful things

To count with pride, or lust, or greed

Will only but, our passions feed

But in humility look toward

The counting on His just reward

Thursday

Obey the law and blessings come

To you and all your sons

But, follow not His words like some

And be the cursed ones

Relying not on wealth or fame

But trusting in the Lord

Be listening when He calls your name

And follow close His word

Friday

Refining fire of love so pure

The sickness of my sins You cure

That I might offer sacrifice

And follow closely Your advice

For love demands a willing heart

Prepared to give, and do its part

To spread the news across the land

That God's redemption is at hand.

Saturday

Grant wisdom to this heart of mine

To ways of holiness incline

Not straying from Your holy way

But close by You throughout the day

Let never in prosperity

My heart to stray away from Thee

But rather take my riches then

Let me, alone, on You depend.

1/21/18 Through 1/27/18

1/21/18 Through 1/27/18

Sunday

The call is the important thing

By listening the heart will sing

By following will life be changed

Priorities be rearranged

None ever disappointed by

The things they sacrificed, and why?

Because He grants more in return

Than all our labors ever earn.

Monday

Beelzebul, the leaders say

Gives Him the power to act that way

But how can that assertion be

When at His word the demons flee?

No kingdom stands when at its core

Exists its own internal war

For sure, such reasoning is flawed

In truth, these words have come from God

Tuesday

Dancing there before the ark

His praise to God is seen

We must be willing to embark

To places he has been

To recklessly abandoning

Our pride and our conceit

To praise the Lord by offering

Our lives as ground up wheat

Wednesday

In peeling back the parable

He lists the things comparable

Unto the Word He freely sows

In terms a common person knows

In spite of terms so crystal clear

It's often times we fail to hear

And lose it to the hungry birds

By never taking root, His words

We lose it to our cares today

Or lust for things along the way

But some receive and listen well ,

And there within the harvest dwell

Thursday

A light and voice would change for good

The scripture now, be understood

This persecutor of the Way

Has come to see the light of day

The scales have fallen from his eyes

He sees through every false disguise

And clearly now he understands

What Christ has done and love demands

Friday

The harvest is abundant

The laborers are few

Without a staff or sack they went

The will of God to do.

Would I but answer to His call

To get into the field

I too could then become like Paul

And to the spirit yield

Saturday

Oh Lord how blind am I to see

The many faults contained in me

Send Nathan here to strip away

Confusion, and my guilt convey