8/22/21 Through 8/28/21

 8/22/21 Through 8/28/21

Sunday

Submission to His holy will,
The way to find our honest fill

Of love and peace and joy sublime,

As to the throne of grace we climb.

So proud of having gone "my way"

The haughty find, at last, someday

That only in His will is found

A love that will the heart astound.

No way of man could ever find

such harmony to still the mind,

And rest in perfect love received

From One our very life conceived.

So cringe not at that word today.

Submission, be your chosen way.

For only when our choice is free

Will perfect love and joy we see.

Monday

Too often still we look for ways

To skirt around His will.

To look at things amid a haze

And not the truth distill.

He makes it clear to every man

The way in life to go.

Yet still, we search for how we can

Unto the Lord say no.

A hypocrite in every sense

Who follows law for show

Devoid of simple common sense,

Refusing Him to know.

Today again the choice remains

To follow good or ill

I pray to have the simple brains

To follow in His will.

Tuesday

How blest we are that know the Lord,

His favor on each one outpoured.

To learn to pray at tender age

And with the holy ones engage.

The poor are those without a guide,

That only know their selfish side.

Who never taste how sweet is love,

And all that comes from God above.

Reach out Oh Lord and touch the soul,

Let every sinner be made whole.

And show to those so far away

That Yours is but the only way.

One far above was then made low

So every soul on earth would know

The love of God for sinful men

And have the chance to start again.

Receive oh Lord, all things I own

My treasure is in You alone.

My privilege is to bear my cross

And count all earthly gain as loss.

So little here on earth, we know

But loving Him will make us grow

And open vistas far and wide

Of wonders on the other side.

Wednesday

Woe because the beauty's gone,

A thin veneer is all that's on

A core that's rotten as can be,

But through the veil, the wise will see.

In truth is where the beauty's found

It comes from in, and not around.

When that within the heart of thee

With God, finds perfect harmony.

So in the fight, both work and pray,

Then always take the humble way.

For pride is what corrupts within

And multiplies our every sin.

But truth reveals a beauty there

With which the pride cannot compare.

A radiance from deep within

That shines when we abandon sin.

Thursday

I pray that I be ready then

Not acting as the sinful men,

But diligent in all I do,

And leading other souls to You.

So much I lack, but You can fill

The failings of my human will

To make me patient, good, and kind,

And help this feeble soul to find,

Your every word my pure delight

That keeps me ready through the night.

Awake to find on Your return

What only faithful servants earn.

Friday

A holiness is my desire

Closer still, and always higher.

The wise are well-prepared for when

The Bridegroom will return again.

With preparation every day

We face the trial, come what may,

Then wait with patience for the time,

And try to cleanse our sinful grime.

Saturday

"Well done, My good and faithful one."

The words we long to hear

Your faith and trust in Me has won

The life that you revere.

It's not your work, and not your wit,

But trust in Me alone.

And willingness that you commit

The all of what you own.

Not burying the talents that

Were given just for you,

But give to see what love begat,

And give to Love His due