9/24/23 Through 9/30/23

 9/24/23 Through 9/30/23

Sunday

So high above the ways of man

Who knows not how his life began

Who sees not as His Maker sees

And knows not how himself to please.

To know the Master and His love

A greater gift than all above

A wage no laborer deserves

Regardless of how long he serves

So whether working long or short

I know the wage, and now report

It far exceeds what man deserves

No matter of how long he serves

The privileged are the ones who see

That serving is a gift from Thee.

The truly blest, the ones are those

Who early on, to serve Him chose.

Monday

Yes, all that's hidden shall be known

The light of truth is clearly shown

That day will come when all our sin

No longer shelters deep within

For truth illumines all that lies.

Excuses gone with alibis

That day of fear approaches nigh

No longer can we sin deny

Defenseless, naked, all exposed

To Perfect Truth now juxtaposed

But washed away are sins confessed

With robes of white, the humble blessed.

Not so for prideful locked in sin

The terrors now will just begin

Eternity with lust and greed

No way to truly hunger feed.

Tuesday

To join the family of our Lord

We act upon His holy word

Attentive to the words of He

Who gave His life and died for me

The offerings of bull and sheep

Which priest and people then would keep

Were just foreshadowing the Lamb

Our King of kings, the Great I AM

No greater gift of love to find

Nor greater way with man to bind

Than offering unblemished Lamb

Our King of kings, the Great I AM

Wednesday

In spite of wickedness and shame

The Lord protects His sacred name

Commanding that His house be raised

And then His Holy Name be praised

Enslaved, He brings a little joy

To turn the hearts, and then employ

The enemy to help restore

The Temple lost by sins before.

By placing all our trust in Him

We see things turn to light from dim

He wants the all we have to give

So we might then, in freedom live.

Thursday

A drink that never quenches thirst,

A food that never satisfies,

A life within the self immersed,

Shall never find the wanted prize.

In ruin lies the Lord's abode

In comfort there, His people dwell

Not thinking of the debt that's owed

Or how they pave a path to hell.

A place for God must be restored

The purse with holes be mended well

No longer here the Lord ignored

But let His praise from mortals swell

For there alone, true food is found,

The drink to never thirst again.

Through sacrifice, our King was crowned

The First, The Last, The Great Amen.

Friday

Graces and mercy, compassion and love

All shine through the angels stationed above

Reflections each one of the glory of God

A small little facet, by which we are awed.

A message, or healing, or guidance they give

To show men on earth just how they should live.

One placed over each as a guardian guide

To shield and defend, and help us decide

To serve the Creator, our Master, and Lord

His love without end, ever deeper explored.

Such honor in service, the goal of each man

Fulfilling in detail the work of His plan.

The ones that have chosen the easier way

Have traded their gold for a bundle of hay.

But fire is coming and woe to the dry

The gold in the fire, will just purify.

Saturday

Afraid to question Him again

Were all the good, but coward men.

His words betrayed a bitter end

To far beyond their thought transcend.

So high above our ways, the King

Who came, to man, salvation bring.

So lost in sin, we fail to see

The cost of our eternity.

But circled round within a blaze

His sacrifice will lift the haze

So, clear at last will love be seen

And wide the gap to sin between.

The path to where Messiah leads

Is narrow yes, but free of weeds

His sacrifice has made it clear,

In Him we have no need of fear.