7/1/18 Through 7/7/18

7/1/18 Through 7/7/18

Sunday

Death has no power anymore

And I have noticed furthermore

That when Christ came to conquer sin

He did so from His power within.

No sword or weapon did He wield

But sick and dying ones He healed

And shared His life with all who came

To see the man of healing fame.

When He, at last, did blood let flow

And up to Calvary did go

There and then the great I AM

Became our sacrificial lamb

That our flow of blood may cease

And evermore our love increase

Abundance found within our need

The sinner saved and captive freed.

Monday

Woe to you who never thinks of God

Who ponders not, nor mighty deeds applaud

All that moves does by His hand

Yet you refuse to honor His command?!

Consider this, oh wretched one

The swift of foot no longer run

The warriors and weapons too

That day will be no use for you.

Crushed as bugs upon the ground

Shamed and naked, sinners found

No escape that dreadful day

How ominous, the debt to pay!

Tuesday

Do not persist in unbelief

For there the soul finds no relief

The unbelieving come to see

Desires but futility

A pleasure found, but never gained

The joyful promise only feigned

The fleeting pleasure gone and then

They try another way again

A masturbation of the soul

That keeps them from becoming whole

Perpetuated lies of sin

That keep the Lord from coming in

Will they never learn to try

The word of God, and then apply

His rule of sacrificial love
To find their place with Him above?

Wednesday

Recognize His blessing here

Cower not in shame and fear

This nation blest by His command

His touch upon our fertile land

No other place on earth to find

So many different roots entwined

That come by land or ocean foam

To call this land of freedom home

To live in peace, as many, one

Enjoying land that freedom won

But lest we lose this precious gift,

Away from God we mustn't drift.

Thursday

Why do we harbor evil thoughts?

Why do we judge, when we ought not?

Rejoice in the healing of paralyzed men

For God showers blessing again and again.

For Bob Gutekunst, paralyzed from the neck down by a fall last November.

Alone and trapped in broken shell

With little hope for getting well

A mind as clear as cloudless morn

Picks up again this heavy thorn

So humbled by this heavy load

Unwanted, yet on him bestowed

Accepted as his cross to bear

His time to be immersed in prayer.

Friday

Send not Your threatened famine Lord

Such punishment we can't afford

Without Your word, the source of light

Our world be cast in darkest night.

Sticky throat, or hunger gnawing

Better than Your word withdrawing.

Plunged in darkness we can't see,

How gravely we've offended Thee.

But if You shine the light of day

And clearly show the better way

Perhaps repentance will ensue

And wayward souls return to You?

Saturday

Rejoice within his company

And fast when far away

For those who do will clearly see,

The black and white of grey.

First recognize the One you seek

Is here before your eyes.

Just listen to the Master speak

And then, Him recognize.

In time you will no longer see 

The groom here every day.

But fast and know He'll always be

Attentive when you pray