4/14/19 Through 4/20/19

4/14/19 Through 4/20/19

Sunday

No words to say but, Mercy Lord,

For all that we have done.

In love the blood of life out-poured

From Your most holy Son.

Monday

Aromas of the costly nard

Still waft within the air.

In alabaster, what was jarred

And dried up with her hair.

Anointed now, prepared to die,

His journey nearly through.

Forever we may wonder why

He died for me and you.

But love was shown to have no bound

In life or death we see.

And in the broken jar is found

The way that we should be.

Tuesday

The simple crowing of the cock

Can speak a multitude

In simple ways we hear the knock

Inviting us to You.

Exposing how we fall away

Or just ignore the call.

The failings of the witless clay

Or shameful foolish gall.

Make us attentive to the Word

You speak to us this day

And may each syllable be heard

To keep us in Your way

Tuesday  (random thought)

Cleanse me Lord, I must be freed

Of all my sinful ways.

Of selfishness and foolish greed

To offer up Your praise.

Wednesday

Betrayal in the heart today,

Just need to find the perfect way.

Without defenders near at hand,

Within the garden it was planned.

With cover of the dark of night

And torches as their only light.

They need a sign they cannot miss,

The thief betrays Him with a kiss.

Thursday

The gift you gave that holy night

Our sustenance this day,

Our strength within the daily fight

To follow in Your way.

Your body true and blood aright

Are given us this way

That every man and woman might

Be helped along the way.

The Eucharist this precious gift

Is offered us each day.

If only those who've gone adrift

Would come and learn to pray.

So near You draw to every soul

Prepared to wash them clean

Forgiveness as the final goal

Your mercy Lord to glean.

Friday

The One whom they have crucified,

He suffered well before He died.

Through agony of agonies

While friend and ally quickly flees.

The horror of that cruel sight

Which brought about in day the night,

Could not but wrench the heart of all

Who hearken to His loving call.

For shamed and naked on the tree

While friends and followers would flee,

Forgiving those who did the deed

To break the pod and scatter seed.

Saturday

Lifeless body cold and dead

Thorns that crowned the sacred head

Nails that pierced the hands and feet

All signs of love's immense defeat.

Now where to go or what to do?

For all seems naught when lacking You

Is it done?  Are graces gone?

Without Love, can life move on?

Give me hope and trust in You

That somehow all would make it through

To find the sunny Easter morn

Where life and love will be reborn.