5/20/18 Through 5/26/18

5/20/18 Through 5/26/18

Sunday

Great wind of love blow through our home

Our twisted selfishness please comb

Let love drive out all base desire

And fill us with Your holy fire

For love can cure our every ill

By following the Father's will

So cure the sick and save the lost

By filling us this Pentecost

Monday

Lord, of these demons, free our land

Teach us to love as You had planned

May faithful Christians fast and pray

To drive this evil far away

Each little vice we welcome in

Will pave the way for greater sin

Till then one day we look around 

And wickedness is all that's found

But wisdom and humility

Bring forth abundant fruit for Thee

In peaceful self-control we find

The fruits of righteousness are mined

Tuesday

Humbly trust in providence

Let love become your recompense

Seek not the prize of worldly gain

But break the links of selfish chain

Become a servant for them all

And answer well the greatness call

Be childlike and trust His care

Than find He answers every prayer

Wednesday

My daily bread is all I ask

To strip away this phony mask

That vainly says I'm in comand

Yet knowing not what You have planned

From my earliest days of youth

I've tried to make my plans and truth

Now looking back I clearly see

Futility in trusting me

Thursday

We drag around our useless fat

Corroded gold and silver that

We've spent our days amassing so

Prosperity and ease we'd know

But oh, how useless all of this

These monuments to our remiss

In our defense they hold no sway

Upon the fateful judgement day

Friday

Persevere in loving one

You chose so long ago

What benefit in having fun

With one you do not know?

For history well has honored those

Who persevere in strife

And Jesus in His teaching shows

Commitments are for life

The joy you found in years gone by 

Will prove as just the start

When two, in love, both laugh and cry

And never grow apart

The key is never saying no

To love's increased demand

But learning how to give and grow

As our Creator planned

Saturday

Let the children come to me

Those innocent and pure

What joy if all would come to be

So confident and sure

Without the shades of doubt they learn

From years of sinful ways

And knowing they could never earn

A life of endless days