3/4/18 Through 3/10/18

3/4/18 Through 3/10/18

Sunday

Much like the woman at the well

Each one a story that we tell

Of how His water quenched our thirst

When we, at last, with Him conversed

Too long we stayed away in pride

Forsaking comforts at His side

We chose instead our sinful way

And saved, for Him, another day

But then one day to our surprise

He came and opened up our eyes

Revealing all our sin and shame

And healing all the sick and lame

You too, I know, have had the thirst

And many wells you have traversed

In Him are rivers deep and wide

No more you'll thirst when at His side.

Monday

Forgiveness is a special theme

Not some contrived, or worthless scheme

We look beyond the crime to see

A precious soul like you and me

For unity that God desires

We must forgive as love requires

And reconcile with every soul

To make us one, complete, and whole

Tuesday

Not faith enough to grow the seed

In Nazareth, the town of need

No prophet in his native town

Is there accepted with renown.

Wednesday

What god brings peace and freedom here?

What god, to man, will draw so near?

Who's law is just and always right?

Who stands before us in the fight?

None but He who made the skies

Him whose voice can speak no lies

Him who loves without reserve

Him who teaches us to serve

No god like this in other lands

That hears our plea and understands

There's only one who stooped so low

His boundless love to clearly show

So we should come to know the one

Who sacrificed His only Son

The One who died upon the tree

To save a sinner such as me.

Thursday

If I could just but read the signs

That speak so loud of His designs

Repent, I would, of all my sin

And turn my gaze back unto Him

So strip the armour guarding me

And make my eyes to really see

I need so badly all You give

That one day I should truly live

Friday

Return to Him and beg for thee

His patience and His clemency

Return and let your wounds be healed

Return and let Him be your shield

Return and let Him shade the heat

Return and find real food to eat

Return and let Him shepherd thee

Return and truly be set free.

Saturday

I claim not one thing as my own

For all is but a seed You've sown

And watered with abundant grace

To let me run, with You the race

All that's wrong has been my choice

When failing to obey Your voice

And seeking pride instead of Thee

Contrite, and in humility