6/24/18 Through 6/30/18

6/24/18 Through 6/30/18

Sunday

How wonderfully dear Lord You made

Each soul in all the world arrayed

No hair un-numbered by the King

Who teaches how to laugh and sing.

Within the darkness of the womb

An endless life begins to bloom

A soul eternal You infused

A will with freedom yet unused.

Lord, open eyes to clearly see

This gift is for eternity

And we have not the right of thieves

To end a life Your will conceives.

Monday

As if through microscope we see

Each splinter with such clarity

But satisfied in self-esteem

We fail to recognize the beam.

The measure we have measured out

Becomes the way we're thought about.

For stiff-necked folks it's time to learn

That our own faults we must discern.

Tuesday

Do unto others as you would have do.

The meaning far-reaching, but words are so few.

The rule that is golden, is simple, but true.

If we would but try it, the world would renew.

Wednesday

In nearly every house around

Some word of His could there be found.

A treasure there in every home, 

But tucked away and left alone.

Set on a table looking fine

But somehow never cracked the spine.

Or on the shelf collecting dust

And never there the Word discussed.

To boost a seat or block a door

Not what the Word was given for

To change a heart and open eyes

And lift the evil one's disguise.

Complaicency and laziness,

An atmosphere of craziness,

Are ways "Old Stinky" tries to use

To make us all this Word refuse.

A treasure there beneath your nose.

Just open it and then expose

The Word of Him who made all things,

Who unto us salvation brings.

A choice you make to let it go

And never His great love to know.

Or pick it up and there behold,

The greatest story ever told!

Thursday

To act upon the word we hear

Is how, we to, the Lord draw near.

It's how we stand the storms of time

And how, we heaven's ladder climb.

It's how we build upon the rock, 

And floods of evil, firmly block.

So listen well and recognize

To serve His will, becomes the prize.

For who knows better what we need,

Than Him who made both bloom and seed?

The One who fashioned us from clay,

The Lord of lords, to whom we pray!

Friday

Beaten or flogged, shipwrecked, or stoned,

Nothing could shake the faith these two owned.

Chains could not hold their zeal for the word,

Unless every creature already had heard.

On fire with love as not before seen.

Though bruised and all bloody, their faces would gleam.

Both Peter and Paul given highest renown,

On the day they were fitted with their martyr's crown..

Saturday

What's rotten must be torn away

And utterly destroyed.

Again, we must learn how to pray,

And let God fill our void.

He will not build upon a base

Of sand or rotten wood.

He clears to find the solid rock,

As every builder should.

That rock is pure humility

In how we turn to pray.

A posture of servility

And zeal to Him obey.