3/24/24 Through 3/30/24
Sunday
From there within the upper room
To on the deadly Cross of gloom
He made no effort to escape,
But set about to minds reshape.
To show no terror changes truth
For aged man, or tender youth
Each suffering in love endured
Unitl, at last, our debt secured.
Monday
With the costly oil anointed
Now for death the Lord appointed
Sweet pefume now fills the air
A traitor though is lurking there.
Tuesday
Betrayed in oh, so many ways
As fast approach the final days
Most unaware of how they sin
Until His eyes will gaze within.
And when His gaze shall meet our eyes
We either love or then despise.
Repent and let His mercy flow,
Or turn and only judgment know.
My Lord, for mercy here I plead
Forgiveness of my sin I need
Though scarlet, You can make as snow
That everlasting life I know.
Wednesday
Surely not I, surely not I
His closest of friends that evening would cry
Twas the end drawing near, and Apostles in fear
Couldn't dream that the Savior would die.
Two eons now past, and the Cross fully cast
A sign of great love unsurpassed
Yet still we betray the great love shown that day
And plead mercy for sins we've amassed.
May never we fear to return and to clear
The slate which we splatter and smear.
By sin we are signed with the fall of mankind
But Jesus still holds us as dear.
Thursday
On the night of that Last Supper
Here no lamb of cloven hooves,
But a man alike no other
Boundless love the Lover proves.
Bending low in humble service
So, foreboding mountain moves.
Now the humble Lamb is offered
Spotless One for sinful man
By His blood the garden watered
Bowing to the Father's plan.
Flesh and blood for daily living
Nourish like no other can.
Friday
Oh, the wickedness we muster
When our pride is undermined
As a band of thieves we cluster
With ungodly wills aligned.
Death to Him exposing evil!
We shall make the rules our way.
As the man and wife primeval
Chose back then, we choose today.
How the fallen need a Savior!
Mercy and forgiveness too.
Turn our vile, corrupt behavior
Into loving only You.
Lamb of God and Perfect Victim
Make my soul your dwelling place
On the Cross You gave the dictum,
Shower mercy, Shower grace.
Lord, change my heart to listen well
Change my will to then obey
Lord, save me from the flames of Hell
Let me follow well Your way.
Saturday
What emptiness, what time surreal!
In truth, He died and here I kneel.
None ere like He had come before
And now there's emptiness once more.
Our dreams of love and hope have died
For Him they scourged and crucified.
A shameful death for One so good,
By men, cannot be understood.
What now? Does evil reign supreme?
Such love that man has never seen
Was given death by sinful men.
What fool would ever love again?
Our every hope, in horror, gone.
To gloom, despair, and sorrow drawn.
If evil truly conquers good,
His life will ne'er be understood.
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