11/18/18 Through 11/24/18

11/18/18 Through 11/24/18

Sunday

Lord, how to stand that final day

When earth and heavens pass away?

So many things on earth revered,

Such base attachment then is feared.

Will I but have the fortitude

To change my selfish attitude,

And sacrifice each worthless thing

To greet my Lord, and Savior, King?

Monday

I want to see with clarity

And have conviction deep in me

To break the chains and turn away

From all that leads my soul astray.

To many things, attached I've grown,

But each of them has always shown,

This longing can't be satisfied

Except by him they crucified.

Tuesday

Blind unto my nakedness,

I ask You Lord, to see.

In shame, I daily must confess,

I fell away from Thee.

Come and dine with me today,

Remind me of the time,

I climbed to see You on the way

And You forgave my crime.

Give me the courage and the grace

To trust You once again.

Let me look upon Your face,

Becoming strengthened then.

Wednesday

Lord, how you work, I do not know.

We only get, when we let go.

And when we put to work the gift

We often see the spirits lift.

The treasure You have given me

Must not be saved, but given free

To those in need I'm called to serve

For what is saved is not deserved.

Thursday

Let my eyes become a fountain

When I look upon the mountain

And regret each passing day

That Your people fail to pray.

For the greatest gift bestowed

In a stream of love that flowed

From a heart of perfect love

One the same with God above.

Came to you in humble way

To expose the light of day,

But you rejected Him as loss,

And placed your King upon the cross.

How I long for thunder's roll

When He opens up the scroll

And reveals to every man

Stunning wonders of His plan.

But too late it then will be

For the ones who fail to see.

So please listen now and hear,

So that day you have no fear.

Friday

Have I hungered for Your scroll,

Let it change, and make me whole;

Found in there a taste so sweet,

Contentment sitting at Your feet?

Have I hung on what You say,

Cleansed my heart and changed my way;

Have I found the precious prize, 

Or just another cheap disguise?

Is Your word to me, a treasure,

Gold and silver cannot measure;

Have I yearned for your command,

To rule my heart, and all the land?

In Your ways do I rejoice,

Follow You in every choice;

Find Your law as my delight,

Great counsel in the darkest night?

At first there's sweetness in the scroll,

The words that make the sinner whole.

But when digested, bitterness,

For all the sins I must confess.

A thrashing there by whip and cord,

From justly angered God and Lord. 

A driving out in utter shame,

Of all the things, in me, profane.

Saturday

It's all about the after-life

The things we do today.

For then there is no man and wife

In that eternal day.

Our world here reflects but such

a dim and cloudy view.

But if we have the Spirit's touch,

We know what Moses knew.

He's Lord of living, not the dead.

We're only passing through.

But here on earth the Lamb has fed

His flesh to make us new.

And though we die and all appears

Our hope was but in vain,

All the snears will turn to cheers

The day we rise again!