3/11/18 Through 3/17/18

3/11/18 Through 3/17/18

Sunday

A look to kill and one to save

The choice becomes quite clear

His saving look the Father gave

So we could all draw near

So look upon the serpent raised

And see the price of love

This sacrifice forever praised

The one from God above

All other looks will lead to where

The sun will never shine

But gazing on the Savior there

Will lead our hearts to Thine

Monday

This faith of mine so weak at times

I wonder if it's there

For doubt is all around and climbs

Within from everywhere

Your word should be enough to know

It shall be as You said

But within, my doubts still grow

These demons in my head

For every time I've doubted You 

In shame I have returned

There's wisdom in these things you do

Let none of them be spurned

So help me once again to trust

Believing you are good

Your way is always right and just

Though be not understood

Tuesday

I want for more than to be healed

I want to make my spirit yield

To rivers of life-giving grace

That flow from in Your dwelling place

I want refreshment for my soul

To cleanse me and to make me whole

I want to dance and sing Your praise

I want You with me all my days

I want to clearly hear Your voice

And in accord to make my choice

May I within Your word be set

Then learn to trust without regret

Wednesday

The judgement is coming nearer each day

But still we persist in the same old way

Not clothing the naked or feeding the poor

But working to make our future "secure"

No one likes to hear it, no one like to face

The fact that before him, we're all in disgrace

This season of mercy we squander away

Just doing our things in the usual way

But the season will change in the blink of an eye

And then all at once a life will pass by

No more will His mercy be rule of the day

His judgement forever will then hold the sway

Be prudent and wise and repent while there's time

For life may be ended with this simple rhyme

His wish is that none of His sheep would be burned

His arms open wide to embrace your return

Thursday

How quickly Lord we turn away

And follow still our sinful way

Our faith lasts only for awhile

Until the lying words beguile

Please make a steadfast heart in me

His lies that I may plainly see

And turn away to trust in You

In all the loving things You do

Friday

If our Messiah came today

I wonder what we all would say?

Would He be dashing, brave, and bold?

Would He be fitting to our mold?

So easily we criticize

Those ruling, that we now despise

So would we hear His message sent

If He just called us to repent?

If He but showed where we have failed

Would He be loved and unassailed?

Or would we too despise the man

Who didn't fit our masterplan?

Saturday

For no one spoke like Him before

Who left us pierced, yet begging more

No one with such authority

Whose simple touch could set one free

His word exposes sinful hearts

And that is where the healing starts

He calls us to repent and live

Then to His Father freely give

The praise that's due the One above

Who calls us to His endless love

Then find the last becomes the first

And only love can quench our thirst.