4/9/23 Through 4/15/23

 4/9/23 Through 4/15/23

Sunday

From the grave, a flower risen

From the barren tree, a bud

Shoot released from earth's dark prison

Watered by the Precious Blood

Dark the winter, Bright the springtime

Color shows in place of grey

From the dead and brown the green climb

Signaling a brand new day

Christ is risen, winter's broken

Sin no longer rules the day

Clear, the Father now has spoken

Christ the Truth, the Life, the Way.

Monday

Overjoyed, Once Slain has risen

Found no longer with the dead

Those in bondage, freed from prison

As the Savior clearly said

Now we see, the veil is lifted

That which prophets said for years

On the cross, the grain was sifted

Life eternal conquers fears

Tuesday

We have a solemn duty

To let the others know

The peace, and joy, and beauty

Of Him to whom we go

For un-deserved, he found us 

And set us free from sin

To gather those around us

That we might bring them in

So we must be attentive

To how He moves within

And offer those incentive

Who now are steeped in sin

Watch Him work a miracle

In those we overlook

See it as quite lyrical

Once we were overtook

Wednesday

Like a fire brightly burning

Kindled to a roaring flame

Every word our hearts discerning

There, His precious Holy Name

Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior

He who suffered, rose again

Every word of His we savor

He who died for sinful men

Run and tell the non-believer

Let the skeptic surely know

Be a daily bread receiver

See the love then daily grow

Thursday

Silver and gold have I much

But none that I have give I thee

For never the cripple I touch

In case he defileth me

But ye are the cripple indeed

Who hear not the poor as they plead

Refusing the good, as no Christian should

By failing to help those in need

So, turn and be mindful from now

And learn from the Master just how

To love every day, those we meet on the way

And generous giving allow.

Friday

The one whose head was on His breast

Is one who knew Him quite the best

Who listened where His heart would go

And followed well the path he'd show

We too must recognize His voice

And there confirm our every choice

For if we hear and then obey

The more we'll hear Him every day

A voice so gentle, always there

But one of which so few aware

For that we hear too well within

Is that which leads us into sin

And yet we know He's always there

When times are good, or in despair

Gently showing us the way

If we would listen and obey

If we, like John, would learn to lean

Upon His Sacred Heart to glean

His will in every choice we make

For sure a straighter path we'd take.

Saturday

Do I, in Thee, believe at last?

Is all my sin now in the past?

The Lord has risen, it is true

A wretched soul is made anew.