Sunday, January 12, 2025

1/26/25 Through 2/1/25

 1/26/25 Through 2/1/25

Sunday
By opening the scroll we see
How wicked every man can be
So blinded by our selfish pride
With none but greed to be our guide

Without His word, we drift away
From all that's good we should obey.
Then by the time we've gone so far
We lose the sense of who we are.

We seek the pleasure, shun the pain
And search for only earthly gain
But none can satisfy desire
Without a holy cleansing fire.

The word exposes who we are
But also heals the deepest scar
If we but turn, and love embrace
Our sins the Lord would all erase.

His love exceeds our every sin
If we just crack and let Him in
Our sufferings He turns to joy
If we, His ways, would then employ.

His love so deep and oh-so-wide
It shows how futile human pride
Allow His love to flood your soul
And fill that nagging gaping hole.

Monday
How can a house divided stand
When that below is shifting sand?
We need the rock to anchor well
With truth the story that we tell

Our priest not one like those before
But One who opens Heaven's door
With not the blood of sheep or lamb
But Perfect Love, The Great I AM.

His house forever stands for thee
And all will choose their place to be
Within the flimsy walls of pride
Or with our loving perfect Guide.

Tuesday
His family does His Father's will
In Summer's heat or Winter's chill
No sacrifice of lamb or bull
Could ever make atonement full

Those shadow sacrifices pale
When seen the truth behind the veil.
Those offered every year in vain
Could not forgiveness ere obtain.

But One of Perfect Love has come
To give His flesh for all, not some
A sacrifice so good and true
One meant for all, not just a few.

His family we can all become
Obeying Father, like the Son
Atonement full, on cross was made
Such not to wither, wilt, or fade.

Wednesday
One lasting sacrifice to win
And conquer over death and sin
Those standing have yet more to do 
One priesthood that alone is true.

The Mighty One whose work alone
Has earned His seat upon the throne
The old succeeded but the new
A One as fresh as morning dew.

Firmly there at God's right hand
The flame of love forever fanned
Each heart engraved with right and wrong
Forgiveness as the special song.

Thursday
Even more, as time draws near
We act in Wisdom, not in fear
Unwavering with conscience clean
Arousing men to One unseen.

We long to see Your holy face
With eyes of love and perfect grace
A glance enough for hope to live,
But loving gaze on each You give

A light for each You give to shine
A lamp of love akin to Thine
Not kept within some hiding place
But raised to shower love and grace.

All with ears should listen well
Then you again the story tell
For as you measure, so receive
And lead the others to believe.

Friday
Your confidence don't cast aside
But in His care you must abide
For perseverance pays its gain
And drawing back eternal pain.

Trials here below are vexing
Often holy minds perplexing
Yet we know our one possession
In the end will heal and freshen

In a brief and passing moment
Faith and life begin to foment
Tis then we see our native land
And all the good that Love has planned

Turning back no joy providing
Only evil there is hiding
Pleasure brief and unfulfilling
Dire consequences chilling

Saturday
A One whom wind and sea obey
A One who teaches how to pray
He cures the sick and heals the lame
Upon the soul, He lays His claim.

To Him the all we have belongs
He came to save us from our wrongs
A will that's free He gives to know
The faithful friend or wicked foe.

Are we like those who need a sign
Or can we follow God's design
Like Abraham who trusted still
When told his promised son to kill?

We walk by faith and not by sight
In trusting so, we see the light
How man for love alone was made
And how the Cross our debt has paid.















































































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