8/7/22 Through 8/13/22

 8/7/22 Through 8/13/22

Sunday

When much is given much is required

Greatest of gifts is faith inspired.

The reason follows if we see

His grand design in all that be.

Not here as simply odds of chance

In nature's brilliant daily dance

But given will to steward well

Our gift, and generations tell,

Of One who loves beyond the stars

Whose body's marked with many scars

Who calls to sinners, "Follow Me,

And I will make you truly free."

Free to love and sacrifice much

Free to stand, or walk without crutch.

For He provides for all our needs

And with His very flesh, He feeds.

Monday

While fishing for the temple tax

Great wonders cross his mind

And then at once a fish attacks

The hook upon his line.

So once again we clearly see

No ordinary man

This Jesus Christ, Messiah be

With quite a different plan.

The One without a trace of sin

Was planning yet to give

His life upon the cross to win

New life for man to live.

Both baffled and bewildered by

His new and different way

To show how far we've gone awry

And wandered far away.

But humble words and ways of love

The soul cannot resist

In truth, He comes from far above

As God within our midst.

Tuesday

Open wide and thus receive

Far more than mortal mind perceives

Turn not aside from what is true

A call awaits for such as you.

A call awaits and you will see

That love can turn the dead to be

Alive with vigor, truth, and wise.

A one with seeing truthful eyes.

One childlike that humble be

Whose angels daily speak with Me

And does the will of God above

In humble, trusting, patient, love.

Wednesday

The gift of all is all I need

A multitude that I might feed.

For grain that's scattered soon will grow

And harvest plenty, you will know.

But hoarded for a rainy day

Will rot and mold without delay

You're meant for passing on this way

Not holding what will pass away.

Then what we pass along will thrive

And you will more than just survive.

For he that gives is given more,

And no request will God ignore.

For grace, He gives to suffer well

To those who will His story tell.

And model lives like His that give

So all on earth might truly live.

Thursday

This poverty I dread as loss

A heavy and appalling cross.

But that is where my actions lead

If I can't hear the humble plead.

So much received, so little shared

By riches now the heart ensnared.

When all one day will naked be

It seems as foolishness to me.

Yet very short the eye can see

The here and now alone can be

The overwhelming care for me

Ignoring those in poverty.

Forgive me Lord my many wrongs

Where charity and love belongs.

I substituted greed and lust

And now alone in mercy trust

Lord make me wise enough to learn

Such mercy, I must too return

If I expect to one day be

With You for all eternity.

The poverty I dread so much

Enables me to feel Your touch

And when I share what I receive

I show I truly do believe.

Friday

In purity may love be found

By modest dress, the heart is bound

The eyes of purity will show

Where truest peace and love will grow.

In mystery, her beauty shines

And ready smile kindness signs.

Her spoken word so soft and sweet

A beauty grand, from one petite.

Saturday

Let the children come to me

Be touched, of sinfulness set free.

No longer tied to ways of sin

Passed on by their ancestral kin.

Lord, lay Your hands on me and pray

That change be in my heart today

And ever firmly tied to You

Be sanctified the things I do.