8/9/20 Through 8/15/20

8/9/20 Through 8/15/20

Sunday

Oh Lord for me, where is Your call,

In tiny breeze or crashing squall?

The task for me, to recognize

And follow well as You advise.

To walk the waters of the sea

And trust Your hand will rescue me,

Or face the challenge of the day

With confidence in what You say.

Your call is clear, a voice we know

That guides us on the way we go.

Obedience the road to find

Good health for sick and sight for blind.

Monday

A cheerful giver let me be,

A man to hear, and also see.

To well attend His will for me,

And always, faithful servant be.

A man to stand and face the fire,

A man with love, his great desire.

A man of generosity

That always faithful he would be.

A grain that willingly would fall 

To earth and die to rescue all.

A grain to yield abundantly

So those held captive, would be free.

To see the world with loving eyes

And lift the veil of poor's disguise.

To see our Lord in lowly men

And bring to life His love again.

Tuesday

The greatest is the lowly one

The docile, trusting, favored son.

The proud of heart, and boastful man

Is not the One who lives His plan.

For time and time again He shows

How greed and avarice that grows

Within the man will draw away,

And lead to darkness and decay.

So raise your head and then become

That docile, trusting, lowly one

Give up the quest for glory here

And find true peace and glory near.

Wednesday

Oh mark me with that blessed sign

Of saving grace and love Divine

Count me not among the rest,

But make my place among the blest.

Forgiveness grant this sinner Lord,

A pauper yet, great wealth implored.

For you can use my faults for good,

The way You used, that sacred wood.

So bold I be, yet humble Lord,

Have mercy then, be grace restored.

A sinner saved is what I'll be

One rescued for eternity.

Thursday

In debt beyond measure, this gift that we treasure

Could never be bought with a price.

But in giving away our excess of the day,

We follow the Master's advice.

Be a sign for them all as you answer the call,

Be loving to all whom you see.

For when such is made known, all the gifts that you own,

Will none but a trifle then be.

Look beyond here and now, wipe the sweat from your brow.

The morrow will bring a new morn.

Sharing gifts you receive, demonstrates you perceive,

But a pauper in debt were you born.

Friday

The glory all belongs to Thee,

Though some may look and think it's me.

The harlot played in search of love,

My eyes to earth and not above.

Unworthy servant though I be,

Your hand reached out to rescue me,

That all who read these words would know,

From You, the font of grace, they flow.

A talking parrot and no more

Who turned away and played the whore.

Yet still, You love and comfort me

When so unworthy may I be.

Forgive and cleanse this heart of mine,

Conform it to Your heart Divine.

No longer may I play the whore,

But all be Yours forevermore.

Saturday

A greater destiny is planned

Than what the mind can understand.

The simple and the gifted share,

A life Divine, when with Him there.

That life so high above our own

If genius now, or Downs Syndrome,

Are but the same when we compare 

To life Divine, in heaven there.

But we can start that life today

If we would listen and obey,

Then use the grace that's offered here,

To closer to the Lord draw near.

The grace unused, our sinful shame.

Each one a gem we fail to claim.

Allowing pride to have its way,

We grant the Evil One his say.

No more be lost, I pray on me,

I beg You Lord to set me free.

Destroy the pride so often known

And let Your light, through me, be shown.