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