5/4/25 Through 5/10/25

 5/4/25 Through 5/10/25

Sunday

Rejoicing to suffer is not what I do.

Perhaps there are ways I should do this for you

Perhaps in my comfort, I'm missing the boat

Perhaps I'll have trouble in staying afloat.

For loving means sacrifice, Peter found out

And words are but empty if not carried out

For thrice in denial, His look came to bear

The weight of his sin was contained in the stare.

In shying away from the Cross as we do

We're building a wall that will keep us from You

But joy in the midst of the suffering comes

If there with the Lord on the Cross, one becomes.

Though often rejected, His calling persists

On living for love, thrice again, He insists.

He'll give us His strength till the suffering wanes

Surviving the storm are His eternal gains.

So, answer His call to be loving once more

It's why we were made, what we're all looking for.

Forgiving our faults if we just turn around

Just hear and obey, and trust joy will be found.

Monday

For bread that satisfies, I long

Desire for life and love so strong.

A daily taste at Mass, I find

But often to its power blind.

So loud, distractions here below

They pull away from what I know

They draw me to the here and now

To miss eternity somehow.

But once a while, I glimpse to see

Just who it is that comes to me

Who takes the form of humble Bread

By making sure this beggar's fed.

Though all that's here below decays

His grace received, forever stays.

A lasting gift to who obey

Or lasting curse who turn away.

So many graces squandered here

His gifts rejected out of fear

Of what we lose of what decays

When far more comes when one obeys.

Tuesday

Bread of Heaven come to me.

Bread of Heaven set me free.

Let me see beyond the sign

Make my heart alike to Thine.

Bless my time to rest in Thee

Make me one like Stephen be.

Let me see the light of love,

Bring me to my home above.

Give me courage, speak through me,

Use me as a tool for Thee.

May the many find Your way

Nevermore to go astray.

Stir the flame, rekindle Hope

Take the hand of those who grope.

Lead them to Your sacred meal

Every malady then heal.

Give us all a strong desire

Build within Your sacred fire

May Your Spirit bring to light

All we've hidden in the night.

Somehow, may I persevere

In the trials coming near

Feed me every single day

Lest in want, I fall away.

Make my love the stronger be

Than the trial facing me

Always with my eyes beyond

To the land Your rising spawned.

Wednesday

That none be lost, the Father wills

The anxious heart now Jesus stills

To look and see and then believe

The honest now shall much receive.

But far too many turn away

When challenged by the things You say

In selfish ways we grab for gold

And find we grab but rust and mold.

All treasure's in the Father's will

All emptiness can Jesus fill

If we but come with open hands

And do whatever love commands.

His love so far exceeds the mind

To depths no mortal eye can find

But if we hear and then obey

To us, the treasure finds its way.

Thursday

They all shall be taught by God

His glory the masses applaud

This bread that we eat shall evil defeat,

It's truly His Body, no fraud.

The treasure in vessels of clay

We see if we look every day

The humble are used by the Spirit infused

For teaching the learn-ed the way.

The pot doesn't matter at all

It's just that we answer His call

If broken or cracked, when love is intact

His angels will not let us fall.

Friday

Amen, amen, I say to you

Unless you eat and drink, it's true

No life shall dwell for you within

But only darkness from the sin.

My flesh real food, it's life and light

Dispels the darkness of the night

True food and drink for life within

Unlike the ones who die in sin.

So, listen up and hear My voice.

Explore the facts and make your choice

Believe and take the glory in

Or choose to just persist in sin.

Saturday

Many returned to former ways

Turning around, reentered the haze.

Finding the limit that they were to go

Hearing His call, but then saying, no.

May all the limits now be gone

Our Lord arose before the dawn

His every word is always true

And every word what's best for you.

My simple mind can't understand,

But I can trust what He has planned

He's never steered me wrong to date

He's not so early, but never late.

If He says flesh, then so it is

It's not just bread, but flesh of His.

It's that which gives us life within

And that which saves us from our sin.

Don't turn away as fools once did

But see the Truth within that's hid.

His flesh and blood true food and drink

no matter what detractors think.