5/5/19 Through 5/11/19

5/5/19 Through 5/11/19

Sunday

As Peter must have wondered what

Was next in line for him.

Which door would open, which would shut,

Would life be bright or grim?

For three long years surprised each time

The Master taught of how

The stairs to heaven we must climb,

And lowly we must bow.

But now He died and rose again

To conquer over sin.

Still offering forgiveness when 

We turned our backs on Him.

Now calling us to love Him more

Than ere we've understood.

To follow Him like ne'er before,

As with His grace we should.

Monday

The face of an angel shines with a glow

Illumined by truth like few of us know.

Not because it is hidden or so hard to find,

But because of our weakness and failure to mind.

The Lord grants His grace to all who believe.

The lowly and humble are ones who receive.

Our hubris and pride are the shields that we use

To block out the light and the truth to refuse.

If we would but love as the Father has asked

The folly of sin would be quickly unmasked.

And then, like the saints, in our faces would show

The wonders of God with a heavenly glow.

Tuesday

What sign is sufficient to satisfy,

What work can convince the critic's eye?

Such blindness of heart is far worse you see,

Than any such physical malady.

The One who has cured both the blind and the lame,

Has come in His loving Father's name.

But they want a king who with iron shall rule,

Not One who is humble, or played for a fool.

But who is the fool when you look at the scene,

Of thieves on the hill and the Man in between?

The healer and giver of sight to the blind

Has offered Himself, so the strays He could find.

Yet many refuse to believe in our Lord

In spite of His grace, or the love He out poured.

The fool is the one who refuses this love

And chooses the dark o'er the light from above.

Wednesday

The signs and wonders went with those

Whom Christ, the Lord, Messiah, chose

To spread Good News to all the earth

And bring the dying souls new birth.

If signs and wonders aren't for me,

Perhaps I need humility

To see the way He calls each day

And answer well instead of say...

Insert whatever song you sing,

Or lame excuse to God, you bring

For not obeying what you know,

The just, and proper way to go.

Convenience often what we use

To disobedience excuse.

Refusing then to share the cross

And holding on to sinful dross.

It's not the perfect that He uses

But the humble that He chooses

One who trusts what he has heard

And acts upon the Master's word.

Thursday

The bread that from the heavens came

Is known by none but Jesus' name

A bread that truly satisfies

And faithful souls it sanctifies.

If in the bread that we receive

His blood and body we perceive

No condemnation shall it bring,

But harmony in everything.

Such peace before was never known

A harvest from the seed once sown.

True nourishment from heaven's food

A soul with now, His grace imbued.

Friday

Eat His flesh and drink His blood

To live and never die.

Allow His precious gift to flood

The barren and the dry.

Saturday

Grant this day that I should find

Some way to make You known.

To open eyes of those so blind

And skills of love to hone.

For only in Your presence Lord

Can words of life be found.

Your word a sharpened two-edged sword,

And cord that has me bound.

Though far Your words beyond my ken

I trust they all are true.

And follow in them even when

The crowd will but eschew.

For Yours are words of lasting life

That everyone should know

To lead us throughout any strife

And not to others go.