2/11/24 Through 2/17/24

 2/11/24 Through 2/17/24

Sunday

Lord, if You will it, make me clean

My leperous soul, no longer seen

I want my body undefiled

So, make me as a little child.

I place myself within Your hands

And vow to follow Your commands

If only I would be like You

One holy, spotless, wise, and true.

My sin has made the soul unclean

These festered sores are all that's seen

But underneath my soul awaits

Your gentle touch and healing grace.

Monday

Wisdom, wisdom, the all that I need

The voice of God to ready heed

To listen carefully and act

And let Him fill what ere I lacked.

To leave behind the temporal things

And turn to what the Spirit brings

To empty self and fill with grace

One resolute to reach His place.

A place within the Master's house

Prepared for just the loving spouse

As one within the Church to sing

The everlasting praise we sing.

The eons formed the mountains high

And untold millions, so the sky.

The wonders in the depths below

And all the things man seeks to know

But wisdom knows that God is God

His love upon the Cross, no fraud

One thing I seek and this alone

To one day be a Christian known.

Tuesday

Good yeast is what I wish to be

That spreads His love for all to see

That permeates the precious dough

And leads the many, Christ to know

My feet may not be planted high

But many seen just passing by

Could leavened be by what I say

And skies be brightened on their way.

Wednesday

May I Lord, in weakness find

The way that love and truth are mined

The way to form my life to You

And all You ask of me to do.

My flesh holds fast to paltry things

And so, I lose what freedom brings

My pride reveres what I should flee

To make myself like unto Thee.

No sin can bear Your presence Lord

The price of pride I can't afford

So, grant repentance, tears, and more

For all my prideful earthly store.

Thursday

What profit in this world's treasure,

Limited and finite measure?

Here no source of lasting joy,

But just another evil ploy.

Death to self, the way to Zion

God alone we must rely on

Shouldering the crosses given

Onward by His love now driven.

Here before us, life and death

Good or evil in each breath

That to which we stretch our hand

Must be the good our Father planned.

True freedom comes from self-control

Those generous, enrich the soul

And find the paradox is true

In giving we become like You.

Friday

Lord, once again I've strayed away

I pray my fast will please today

Somehow I wish to make things right

Returning once again to fight,

I know Your arms are open wide

But still, I feel a shame inside

True Love, I've put in second place

And turned from Your most blessed face.

How can I right the wrongs I've done,

The stripes I've placed upon Your Son,

The thorns of mine that pierce the brow,

Or all my many sins somehow?

Your love I pray to never lose

Your way of righteousness to choose

One humble and contrite for Thee

Obedient in love to be.

Saturday

The gloom becomes as noon of day

When men, at last, have found the Way

When eyes are opened, clear they see

How much their sin offended Thee.

Once they have seen, You love them still

They seek to follow then Your will

To put aside the ways of flesh

To better with the Master mesh