12/3/23 Through 12/9/23

 12/3/23 Through 12/9/23

Sunday

Every moment at the ready

Longing for the break of day

Be a watchman firm and steady

There to meet Him come what may.

Oh, what joy when ere we find Thee

Awesome deeds at Your command

Though we all have undermined Thee,

No repentant soul be damned.

How we long for what You offer

Though impatient, weak, and frail

Bounties from Your endless coffer

For the ones who do not fail.

Give me strength and make me steady

One in trial, standing firm.

Help me be awake and ready

When at last, You Lord, return.

Monday

Oh, would that day we ever see

When nations all would flock to Thee?

When all would seek to know the Lord

And none would seek to raise the sword.

The mountain there before to climb

To meet the Lord of Love sublime

And learn His ways of truth and light

To fear no more the dark of night.

The prophet said so long ago

That someday every man would know,

But still, it seems so far away

That still I must but hope and pray.

So, use me Lord in some small way

To bring about Your triumph day

May I be salt to thirst awake

And help to more disciples make.

Tuesday

How blest are we to see this day

For which our fathers longed

Where Truth and Love have come our way

With justice for the wronged.

The prophets spoke in times of old

Of Jesse's stump to grow

And here today, now we behold

The King of kings we know.

Wednesday

Longing every day for love

And healing from our Lord

We look to Him from up above

To be the One implored

The blind, the deaf, the mute, and lame

All come for healing there.

That evil spirits He would tame

And offer Godly fare.

A gift of finest wheat prepared

And offered every morn.

With hungry souls, the mystery shared

And once again reborn.

Thursday

A nation firm in principal

You keep, oh Lord, in peace,

And make it one invincible

Whose strength will never cease.

That nation well-prepares for woe

By "acting" on Your word.

No matter how the storms will blow,

They follow what they've heard.

We look and see how Godly men

Began this nation strong

Those hoping freedom, won again

Would last, this time, for long.

But freedom's not for selfish ways

Of greed, or lust, and pride.

It's meant to bring on Godly days

When Christ will be our guide.

We must repent and turn to God

Or great the fall shall be

Our ways of making rules are flawed

Lord, help us turn to Thee.

Lord, change our many hearts of stone,

And give us eyes to see

The Truth is found in You alone

And not "a truth for me".

Friday

So we might exist for the praise of His glory

He gave us one pure to begin a new story.

A story of beauty, and patience, and love.

A story of God's only Son from above.

As so through a woman, the Devil came in,

It's so through a woman we're saved from our sin.

The pure and the holy, by giving Her all,

Reversed the effects of that terrible fall.

The falling from grace in the garden before

Would the humblest "Yes" from the Virgin restore.

Through the Son of all Love, who was placed in Her womb

Who showed us so well that love conquers the tomb.

So, we exist now to praise of his glory

And pass it along to continue the story.

That humble obedience fosters our good

And to model our way on the Mother we should.

Saturday

Like sheep without a shepherd

Abandoned and alone

With cares and worries peppered

By angry winds now blown

Amidst the chaos coming

To rescue troubled souls

Disciples now becoming

The ones at the controls

To cure the sick, raise the dead,

And evil drive away.

"This you do." the Master said

And follow in My way.