3/18/18 Through 3/24/18

3/18/18 Through 3/24/18

Sunday

We too must follow in His way

To find with Him eternal day

A fool but thinks he can elude

The pain of many sins accrued

The sin itself becomes the pain

If we, our will, refuse to train

The fleeting pleasures we pursue

Will never make the man anew

But fasting from our will to sin

Will bring about a change within

If we, now but, His will employ

We'll catch a glimpse of Easter joy.

Monday

Saint Joseph model for each man

Things didn't follow in your plan

But yet, you sought to find God's will

And faithfully to follow still

Grant me a faithful, trusting heart

And willingness to do my part

To bring about God's holy plan

And prove myself a righteous man

Tuesday

Look upon this sign of sin

And find a sadness deep within

For this is what my soul has gained

A life of anguish bound and chained

Yet on the cross the sign of love

The One come down from God above

And nailed upon the rugged tree

For sins of those like you and me

Wednesday

How dreadful to be fooled by things

That people think a freedom brings

The truth is not that freedom's found

The fact is that, in truth, we're bound

No creature here on earth can bring

A freedom that can make hearts sing

The only time that slaves are free

Is when the slave is bound to Thee

Thursday

Too good to be a story true

His love for those like me and you

The sinner and the reprobate

Whose crooked way He turns to straight

How could He know this Abraham? 

How could He be the great I AM?

His age is not enough to be

The timeless one He claims to be

But yet it's true, If we but see

He spans through all eternity

And chose this special time and place

To bring to us His peace and grace

Friday

Around me now I have no friend

As I approach this bitter end

Scattered like the autumn leaves

Left for dead between two thieves

Here in anguish on the tree

Mocked and spat upon for thee

Love like this was never known

Love like this, for you, I've shown

Friday Evening Adoration (To the tune of the Stabat Mater)

There beneath the cross she stood

Jesus nailed upon the wood

With unfettered cruelty

Love from pierced hearts now flowing

Christ on her all grace bestowing

Perfect in humility

When her son had breathed His last

All His anguish finally past

Lifeless body she received

There within her arms she held

As the tears within her swelled

One as virgin she conceived

Gently laying Him to rest

In that tomb so richly blest

Parting with divinity

Now to home in sadness turning

For His touch again now yearning

Mother of all men to be

Saturday

Near the barren waste He dwells

A simple life the story tell

To put distractions far away

And clearly hear the words You say

No things to cloud His perfect view

Or take the mind away from You

The time draws nigh to save the land

And thus fulfill what God had planned.