3/25/18 Through 3/31/18
Sunday
How sterilly we see this time
The Passion read at church each time
But have we really entered in
To what it means each time we sin?
Rejecting Him who calmed the sea
Rejecting Him who died for me
Spitting on his holy face
Refusing when He offers grace
Each time we choose our separate way
"I'm more important's" what we say
Your cross is nothing much to me
What matters most is that I'm free
But freedom of that kind you'll see
Leads not to love, but slavery
And when the flesh is thus controlled
The faithful heart will be consoled
Monday
Contained in alabaster jar
A fragrant oil from afar
The wages of three hundred days
Her gift to Him of love ablaze
She gave it all without reserve
His holy body to preserve
The time she knew was drawing near
Her love she wished to make quite clear
Tuesday
The key to forgiveness is but to forgive
A little bit like "to live and let live"
Sins have we all, we must recognize
Deserving of punishment in the Lord's eyes
Great mercy He's granted to each of us here
To model that mercy should be our frontier
For mercy brings peace and contentment of heart
Revealing each person as His work of art
Wednesday
We turn away so easily
From boundless love that's plain to see
A little silver for the purse
Becomes a deadly worthless curse
How often I have done the same
And yet I still profess the Name
Receive again this wayward one
And make of him again Your son
Thursday
Christ who kneels before us cleansing
Causes in the soul a tensing
Why should Master serve the lowly
But to better get to know thee?
More that we should understand
The way of love the Father planned
Of how the great shall be the least
And lowly ones enjoy the feast.
Friday
No one called it "Good" back then
When lightning pierced the sky
No mind could e're conceive it when
They heard "Condemned to die!"
The One they hoped would save the day
Was scourged and bloody rent
The Man who said "I am the Way"
To Calvary was sent
The darkest Friday ever known
To man upon the earth
When creature killed creation's own
Creator who gave birth
But now we see in different light
Illumined by the age
Of grace from Holy Spirit bright
Who now takes center stage
Such love we saw was never known
Before by mortal man
How "Good" it is that we were shown
Our Christ, the God made man
Remember well this holy day
When skies were black as night
Repent and turn from former way
To stand amid the light
For sin no longer rules the day
Or reigns with any power
Ever since that Good Friday
Upon that holy hour
When on the cross he said "I thirst"
The final cup He drank
It's finished now, His heart was burst
And lifeless body sank.
Saturday
A day of emptiness and death
His body in the grave
A somber day of sabbath rest
For Him we thought would save
So, what comes now? Our greatest hope
Lies dead beyond the stone
How will we ever learn to cope
As sheep left all alone?
Abandon not, He said He would,
But that's before He died.
As Mary stood beneath the wood
We all just fled and cried
Now lost without our Shepherd here
And huddled in one room
We shudder if someone draws near
Awaiting pending doom.
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