2/2/25 Through 2/8/25

 2/2/25 Through 2/8/25

Sunday

Like man in every way but sin

He comes to cleanse our hearts within

To offer in His perfect way

His total gift for hearts to sway.

No sheep or goats, or turtledoves

But Christ Himself who mankind loves.

The priest to expiate all sin

So life anew could then begin.

Monday

No sense is made in not believing

See the poor and weak receiving

Look about the ages past

And see what God has made to last.

See His prophets bloody beaten

Steadfast, trusting death to sweeten

Vict'ry over persecution

By their total contribution.

So, today the same we're seeing

Ridicule of those believing

Yet we have an empty tomb

To show the vict'ry over gloom

None of faithful e'er forgotten

By the Only Son begotten

All receive the grand reward

That none on Earth could e'er afford.

Tuesday

Consider what our Lord endured

So hope for man might be procured

The beating, scourging, Cross, and shame

He bore so we could take His name.

As Christians, men of love supreme

Enduring unto such extreme

Turning hearts in admiration

To the perfect new creation.

Casting off all sin that hinders

Cleaning out the ash and cinders

Fanning coals to cleansing flame

So every soul would know His name.

The name of Jesus, Lord and God

Unlike another pagan fraud.

The name to make all demons flee

The name to set the captive free.

A simple touch of One so fine

Would heal this aching heart of mine.

The fringe alone would bring relief

And wash away the years of grief.

The dead shall rise when faith is shown

Not in our wealth, but Him alone.

His word created all we see

Our faith in Him the Master Key.

Wednesday

How much have we resisted sin,

Have we done more than just begin?

Not shedding blood or even weight

Not pushing back the extra plate

To discipline in little ways

Prepares the heart for darker days.

Don't shun the chance to train the will,

But discipline to love distill.

Each trial's opportunity

To train the will and further see

The winsome way that Love has planned

If we but follow His command.

A father trains his well-loved son

With pain, the loving work is done.

For so its proven over years

Joy far exceeds the shedding tears.

(Wednesday thoughts in adoration)

I'm here because You're good for me

I'm here because I want to see

I'm here because I need to rest

I'm here my troubles to divest

I'm here to listen well to you

I'm here to know just what to do

I'm here to fill my empty soul

I'm here Your wonders to extol.

I'm here to search my conscience well

And then, my sins, the priest to tell.

I'm here because Your word is true

I'm here because I'm drawn to You.

Thursday

Blood of Abel cries for vengeance

Blood of Jesus cries for peace.

Mercy proves a great transcendence

Love of God will never cease

Far beyond the briar burning

Far above the mountain fire

Wicked men to Christ are turning

Jesus every heart's desire.

Spread the news, be quick and hurry.

Take no sack to weigh you down.

Cast upon the Lord your worry

Take His word to every town.

Heal the sick, cast out the demon

Preach repentance in the land

Bring Good News to every region

Follow well the Lord's command.

Friday

Consider those of fabled fame

The ones who long before us came

Their many trials well-endured

Their crown of glory well-ensured.

The life of love shall not decieve

Eternal rest we shall receive

Our Helper is the One that's true

His love will not abandon you.

Just look beyond the veil of death

And think about your final breath.

What good is selfish, sinful, gain

When faced with everlasting pain?

Then love and sacrifice shall win

Its place quite far above the sin

Not one regret for love that day

No gain on Earth could e'er out-weigh.

Saturday

Give Him praise and give Him glory

Tell again your sacred story

God has come as man to Earth

To offer man a second birth.

He knocks for each and every one

To share the Father as His son.

But we must open wide the door

To let His many blessings pour.

Just think, and you must sure recall

The many times you've heard Him call.

His many promptings calling out

To trust in Him and shed your doubt.

If we but cast these times away

And fail to listen and obey

We blind ourselves to all that's good

And fail to find the love we should.

But if you tell of all He's done

Your victory is nearly won.

For when you give the praise He's due

Far more again He blesses you.