1/10/21 Through 1/16/21

 1/10/21 Through 1/16/21

Sunday

What more could He, in loving do,

Then send His only Son to you?

One humble, poor, and with disdain

For human pride or earthly gain.

He showed how many ways we could

Obey the Father as we should,

And love our brothers here below

To show, the Father's will, we know.

The wicked too, deserve our love

For that's a telltale signing of

What God has done for sinful man 

And how to live within His plan.

Monday

For generations long of old

In partial ways, the prophets told

Of how Messiah's reign would come,

But now, to us, speaks through His Son.

No more in veiled, fragmented ways,

But clearly in these latter days,

We've seen and heard from His own Son,

The meek, and humble, chosen One.

The Lord of all the universe

Direct to all, will now converse.

The One who on the cross that wins

Salvation from our many sins.

The One that feeds our hungry souls

His flesh and blood, now all controls.

For love has conquered over sin,

Let all creation worship Him.

Tuesday

They taught but lacked authority,

The teachers of that day.

For then the vast majority 

Would do not as they say.

But then He came in truth and love,

A harbinger of fame.

A man without the presence of

An evil to His name.

For none before ere spoke as He,

Our God, in flesh, concealed.

Obedient the spirits be

When Truth Itself revealed.

The demons too, have faith you see,

But any love, they lack.

In Jesus, truth and love are free

And nothing is held back.

Wednesday

A priest like us in every way

Except the stain of sin.

That He might be like those of clay

And their salvation win.

For us He freely bore the cross

To show His boundless love.

Of everything He suffered loss,

To bring us home above.

Thursday

If You wish, You can make me clean.

The power of Your word I've seen.

So harden not your hearts and see

The many gifts He has for thee.

Healing too, He wants to bring,

He wants to hear the lowly sing.

To bring them to a place where they

Will humble be, and daily pray.

The place of rest prepared for thee

Is only for the truly free

That leave behind the chains of sin

And find that they are welcomed in.

Friday

Twas sin that paralyzed the man,

But faith and trust in Jesus can

Restore the use of withered limbs

And give the soul rejoicing hymns.

No obstacle should be so great,

No time of life should be too late,

For one entrapped to be set free

By turning back, and unto Thee.

The wicked look at those as weak

Who simply true repentance seek.

Yet they're the ones who cannot move,

Locked firm within their sinful groove.

Saturday

How rude I've been for many years

Your words of love upon deaf ears

The Christmas season come and gone,

Unopened gifts left frowned upon.

A man like me He came to show

Repentance as the way to go,

But I just see where others fall

And fail to hear, for me, the call.

This year be different than the rest

No packages, unopened, left.

Each gift received, and acted on,

Then closer to my Savior drawn.

Then seeing clear, these faults of mine,

I beg your mercy to incline,

And snatch me from the prideful maze

To turn my heart to humble ways.