4/21/19 Through 4/27/19

4/21/19 Through 4/27/19

Sunday

This day the day of fetters broken,

Joyous Alleluias spoken.

Dead arisen!  Night as day.

Alleluia songs we pray.

Sin has dealt its deadly blow

Now the people all should know

Christ who conquered death and sin

Beckons all to follow Him.

Rise above the dark of  night. 

Enter realms of clearer light.

See the troubled waters stilled,

Now the Father's plan fulfilled.

In His stripes the seed was sown

Of a love before unknown.

Dreaded cross now sacred sign

Of His saving love divine.

Monday

Why in meekness come to me,

Oh God of power and majesty?

Why allow this sin to be

That hangs its God upon a tree?

Your ways to mine are far above

But You know well the ways of love.

Power persuades a tiny few

But love persuades a multitude.

Power lasts a little while

But love is never out of style.

When death arrives the power's gone,

But after death the love lives on.

No power here or high above

Is strong as that of selfless love

But love must be our chosen way

Or it, like power, wilts and fades.

Power tempts with golden chains

But in the end gives worthless gains

In freedom love demands a choice,

And those who choose it will rejoice.

Tuesday

Let the little trickle flow

Give the tree its time to grow

Waters from the sanctuary

Bring new life to those who tarry.

Loving waters flow from Thee

Freshening the salty sea

Watering the trees around

So healing leaves and fruit are found.

Wednesday

In simple bread they recognized

Who till that time had been disguised,

And taught them well along the road

As all the while His graces flowed.

A fire kindled in their hearts

As scripture knowledge He imparts

Within a bright and burning flame

As Christ expounds upon His name.

Thursday

Oh what must I do to be saved?

What mountain or trial must be braved?

For true to the ear is the word that I hear,

No longer by sin am enslaved.

By faith in the one Holy Name

No life will be ever the same

Like the crippled who walk, or the mute who can talk,

This faith really changes the game.

For the truth is He suffered and died,

Scourged, beaten and mocked, crucified,

But now risen is He, who will set captives free,

And the shamed are those who have lied.

My Jesus the King of all kings

What joy in Your presence it brings

All fear is cast out, and I just want to shout,

Out the love of which my heart sings.

Friday

When I've failed and my spirits are down,

And my face has a gloomy old frown,

None can raise it above, like the look of His love,

From my King under His thorny crown.

Saturday

How much we've seen but don't believe.

We must proclaim what we receive.

He gives in great abundance so

His fame around the world will go.

Do not be silenced by the crowd

But let His word, in you, be loud

Go heal the sick, the blind, the lame.

But do it all in Jesus' name.

Let the Spirit work in you

Let Him be praised in all you do.

Each gift He grants as need arises,

Some may be complete surprises.

Willingness is all He needs

He uses us for planting seeds

Others water, but we know,

It's God Himself who makes things grow.