4/1/18 Through 4/7/18

4/1/18 Through 4/7/18

Sunday

It's true the Lord has risen

And death no longer reigns

He's freed us from our prison

And all our sinful chains

Monday

Death, the power of sin, is gone

For on that early morn at dawn

The stone was rolled away and then

Our Christ, in glory, rose again

Tuesday

This Jesus whom you crucified

Has risen though indeed He died

And God has made Him Lord and Christ

This Lamb of God you sacrificed

Repent and all must be baptized

To find our God in flesh disguised

Who came in humble human form

To break the chill and hearts to warm

Wednesday

How very slow to understand

The cross was in the way

For Him to die, they had not planned

How could it be that way?

But as they heard it all explained

Their hearts would burn within

The crucified had thus attained

The vict'ry over sin

Then through the breaking of the bread

Their eyes were opened wide

They understood the words He said

And why their Savior died

But death could not restrain the King

Whose love was crucified

His death upon the cross would bring

Salvation undenied

The way to see His vict'ry won

And hear His gentle voice

Is take upon a ready tongue

The holy bread of choice

Thursday

He showed them well beyond a doubt

It was no trick to figure out

But true it was, that through the cross

We'd count all other gain as loss

His hands and feet were glorified

Though once they had been crucified

He ate His food like normal men

But then He disappeared again

He wants you too to know for sure

And be disciples found mature

Who pass along the gift of grace

In every time and every place.

Friday

Walking and leaping we come to Thee

Cripples before, but now set free

The Name of Jesus christ makes whole

The wealth of life that sin once stole.

Saturday

They were seen as His disciples

Thought as but, no more than trifles

Yet the leaders knew for sure

Somehow these men had worked a cure

But rather than rejoice with them

They tried to now, their teaching stem

In hopes no more would know the Lord

Lest power, they no longer hoard

3/14 Evening Jn 12:1 ff

Giving all without reserves

Is nothing more than God deserves

But still I find it oh so hard

To give away the costly nard

By holding back I try to save

The blessings that the Father gave

In selfishness I fail to see

That all are gifts You've given me

I want no more to keep from You

My everything that is Your due

I want to be as saintly are

A broken alabaster jar