11/24/24 Through11/30/24

11/24/24 Through11/30/24

Sunday

Christ is King over all the Earth

All His people of noble birth.

A cross of love His mighty throne

A love like His before unknown.

Monday

Marked with His seal, the brand of the Lord

Key to the place where graces are stored

Singing their song up above at the throne

In harmony making His praises be known.

Trailing the Lamb everywhere that He goes

First fruit of the race that His deity knows.

Willing to give the last penny they've got

Salvation the prize that their pennies have bought.

Tuesday

With crown of gold, sickle in hand

There is He, like a Son of man

For now, the time to reap has come

Joy for faithful, terror for some.

Sharp the sickle and ripe the field

Blest the ones on the forehead sealed.

Day though unknown, time drawing near

Terror for some, faithful no fear.

Wednesday

Oh, the blindness here below

So many faith will simply throw

Aside as foolish crutch for weak

And never One transcendent seek.

So shallow in their thinking now

That all the beauty here somehow

Just came to be from simple slime

And fail to see His grand design

.But those with eyes that truly see

Will wonder at the majesty

And shout His praise for that revealed

Which unto prideful is concealed.

Thursday

All that's here will pass away

In fear, will come that final day

When all our towers tumble down

And none can save our helpless town

His many gifts we squandered here

But now we stand as poor in fear

Let gratitude be on our lips

Before it all in ruin slips.

His gifts beyond all numbers range

His love for man will never change

But prideful man must see at last

That all he has, from God was passed.

Let eyes be opened, sin no more

Let rich and poor on Earth adore.

For all we have is gift from You

To You all praise and thanks are due.

Friday

Reality, is death will come

A time of joy, but not for some

The humble who repent of sin

In joy will be those welcomed in.

But those who cling to all that's wrong

Are told that they do not belong

The place for them is down below

Where all the fools and wicked go.

Don't be that fool who fails to turn

And suffers everlasting burn

When all you need, is own your sin

And ask His pardon to come in.

His mercy far exceeds our sin

His cross our only path to win

Repentance pleads His precious blood

Releasing mercy as a flood.

That God is God, and we are not

By man should never be forgot

For Heaven's real and Hell is too

Repent and pray it's not for you.

Saturday

I want to answer well the call

But time and time again I fall

My weakness shames my inner soul

But once again You make me whole.

Oh, make this servant Yours alone

Grant fruitfulness to what You've sown

Make me a one who suffers well

And save me from the grips of Hell.

Lord, let me see beyond the pain

And make me strive for lasting gain

A mission You have given all,

Please help me answer well the call