5/25/25 Through 05/31/25

 5/25/25 Through 05/31/25

Sunday

Teach me, Holy Spirit, well

Your glories, may I clearly tell. 

Come be the guide in all I do,

Attune my ears to only You.

Give the ways of flesh no hold

Help me be one true and bold

Make me salt and light below

Help my faith to bloom and grow.

Monday

Lord, open my heart to hear what You say

And give me the grace to follow Your way.

The media many, You use to explain

Sometimes it's in joy, but often in pain.

The will of the Father, You showed on the Cross

Resurrection we gain by going through loss.

The loss of the things that are passing away

For life in the land where none will decay.

But first we must see, recognizing what's true

The all that there is has all come from You.

Seeking no longer the created things,

But seeking now only the King of all kings.

Tuesday

Your prayers can also shake the Earth

Through you can come a second birth

The Spirit's pow'r will come to those

Who trust that from the grave He rose.

In suffering, still joy remains

A song of praise amid the pains

More shaken than the walls of stone

The guard who thought himself alone.

Conversion came that special night

In deepest darkness, shone a light.

A light of love to change a mind

So one who's lost, his way could find.

No more in flesh, He travels here

But in the Bread is always near.

His Spirit He has sent to man

To carry out the Father's plan.

His plan is that all men be saved,

Those even wicked and depraved.

His mercy waits for man to change,

Priorities to rearrange.

We must believe and so proclaim

The glories of His Holy Name.

The Advocate in action then

Will change the hearts of sinful men.

Wednesday

Unknown to so many, but yet He's in charge

His presence in cloudiness still looming large.

So many confused by the whims of the day

They wander around and forget how to pray.

So much He could tell us if ready our minds

The words of our Savior, to us He reminds.

The clarity comes when we ponder that word,

Repent of our sins, and obey what we've heard.

The things that are coming He shows to us all

Declaring what's true, and that evil will fall.

The Father's possession our food for the soul,

He gives to the docile and humble, makes whole.

Thursday

Every Sabbath, preaching there

But few it seemed, would even care.

Their minds were fixed in comfort zones,

A valley filled with dried-up bones.

We must be open every day

To hear whatever God will say.

Too easily we drift apart,

For, proud we are, but not too smart.

In silence, we must listen well

And let His word within us dwell,

Rejecting all the empty show

And coming Truth alone to know.

Obey His voice and find you're free,

No longer sin will hinder thee.

His will is best for you and me,

If you but try, someday you'll see.

Friday

No word without a point for me

Each one a lamp for me to see.

To give me courage in the fight,

And lead me through the darkest night.

He says to ask for what I need

And so today, this word I heed.

I ask for joy amid the pain,

I ask to someday Heaven gain.

I ask for tears to cleanse my sin

I ask to welcome Jesus in

To every moment of my day

And let Him teach me how to pray.

I ask that I might do His will

And so, my task in life fulfill.

That many souls would come to know

The way that they should also go.

Saturday

Oh, Mother Mary, straight and true

The words most holy said by you

Will last forever showing man

The One and only Great I AM.

How great to answer, "Let it be."

How great to be one fully free.

So docile, faithful, good, and pure

A loving one to long endure.

So giving of yourself to God

While all around are men so flawed.

Your yes has echoed through the years

And brings the prideful one to tears.

Oh, how I wish your way was mine

And I, with Him, would too align

My soul would then proclaim as well

Within me, too, the Son would dwell.

I know He's there and waiting still 

For me to just accept His will.

I try, but often sin takes hold

Flesh again left uncontrolled.

Concupisence, my bane on Earth

But you, our Savior brought to birth.

I cling to Him as one in need

His Cross the saving act indeed.