12/16/18 Through 12/22/18

12/16/18 Through 12/22/18

Sunday

The only Son of God most high

To sinful men on earth draws nigh

If you would just repent you'd see 

The difference Christ would make for thee.

So do your duty and be sure

If motive and intent are pure,

The holy fire will come to you 

And sanctify the things you do.

Monday

With saints and sinners in the line,

We see the roots of One divine.

Akin to every man on earth,

Our blessed savior comes to birth.

The ones remembered most of all

Are those who answered to the call,

And trusted to the bitter end

To good and righteousness defend.

Each generation takes a stand

To do as God, or they have planned.

With action as their loudest voice

Each generation makes their choice.

To serve, or not to serve, the poll.

Eternal happiness the goal.

In plain humility we find

The heart becomes, with Him aligned.

So take a stand and don't look back.

He'll give you strength for each attack,

And pick you up when e're you fall,

If you but hearken to the call.

Tuesday

To live according to His plan,

And not the ways of sinful man

Will bring contentment, peace and joy

That trial and trouble can't destroy.

For God has chosen every man

To play a part within His plan

To carry forth a life of grace

In every time and every place.

Lord, help me answer well the call

With You the large, and me the small.

Help me turn my back on sin,

And make me with the saints akin.

Wednesday

The life of many children proves

That age is not why Spirit moves, 

But to the willing heart He comes,

And saint or prophet it becomes.

For Samson, John and David too

Were all obedient to You

And if they fell would e're repent,

Then on another task be sent.

For Samuel and Mary too

The both, in youth, were called by You.

Their greatness found in being small

And answering when e're You call.

At Fatima the children three

Were chosen as the ones to see.

Their littleness would breed despite,

Yet none would cower in the fright.

Let many young now answer well,

And see the ranks of faithful swell

To turn the tide of sinfulness

Into a tide of righteousness

Thursday

Put not the Lord to any test

Or else your land will not be blest.

But when He bids you, ask a sign,

Be sure your will and His align.

Friday

Blest who heeds the spoken word

By others, in the noise, not heard,

Who takes the time to speak to You,

And follow what You ask to do.

For graces flow within Your will,

Your voice be heard in quiet still.

Like Mary may I straightened be,

That grace would freely flow through me.

Saturday

What a wasted emptiness

Before the Savior came

A sad and dreary hollowness

With only me to blame.

Without a hope, and in despair

Mere pleasure as the goal

A wanderer yet unaware

Of what would make me whole.

But lo, beyond the darkness came

A morn with brighter skies

One who shouldered all my shame

And opened up my eyes.