11/24/19 Through 11/30/19

11/24/19 Through 11/30/19

Sunday

King of kings and Lord of lords

Christ, to all, His love affords

Our entry to the heav'nly realm

Where love and peace will overwhelm.

What privilege to be serving One

Who sacrificed His only Son

The One who gave His life for all,

The sinner great, and sinner small.

Monday

To give You all, means everything

To trust when seems disaster brings,

But You receive the widow's mite,

And to the sacred feast invite.

Let me not be trusting of

The temporal things I tend to love,

But place my hope and trust in Thee

Who cares for simple ones like me.

Tuesday

When only one could hear Your word

And all the other minds were blurred

One stood apart, with wisdom blessed,

And boldly now the king addressed.

He showed that man can hear You speak,

If we would take the time to seek,

And listen with intent to learn

Instead of truth and wisdom spurn.

Be not perplexed by what you see

But take the time to come to Me,

And I will show you everything

Then peace and knowledge, to you bring.

Wednesday

The writing on the wall reveals

What lightnings flash and thunder peals

How wanting are the ways of man

Refusing to accept His plan.

Self-giving love, His ordered plan

To fill the life of every man

Not selfishness or lust and greed

But love and trust for all in need.

Thursday

Give glory and eternal praise

In thanks to God, the anthem raise

His gifts abound in every sphere

Our way of knowing God is near.

His blessings now deserve our praise

So we must act in proper ways

To share these gifts with those in need

That soul and body, we may feed.

Give glory and eternal praise

That God in all His varied ways

Would show His love for sinful man

And execute so grand a plan.

Friday

How beastly those who turn from You

Preposterous, the things they do.

No future in the ways of man.

No winner in their sordid plan.

No peace can come from violence

Their wicked ways can make no sense

For greed and lust, breed greed and lust,

No room allowed for holy trust.

But on the clouds, the Son of Man

And thus the final scene began.

Enthroned on high the mighty King,

Where throngs of saints and angels sing.

All tongues proclaim Him as their Lord

Who conquers now, the beastly hoard,

And everlasting peace shall reign

Where He is King, the Lamb once slain.

Saturday

The call will come amid the day

In such an ordinary way

As not to shock, or raise a brow,

But strike a longing, deep somehow.

A ring of truth, a ray of light,

A sound of hope in darkest night.

It comes in many varied ways

And takes its root in one who prays

Lord may I hear and answer well

Then gladly, many others tell

Of You who died, but rose again

To save the lives of sinful men.