8/10/25 Through 8/16/25

 8/10/25 Through 8/16/25

Sunday

Our eyes must be focused beyond of this Earth

For death is but passing from here to new birth.

We have all the stories that show us the way

It's up to us now to hear and obey.

The servant in charge of the Master's concern

A fitting reward for persistence will earn.

But if he should falter and lazy around

A punishment justly and quickly is found.

We know not the day or the hour He comes

Or how it can be that the servant becomes

A one resurrected with glory obtained

Or one in the depths forever enflamed.

All judgment belongs to the Maker of all

He knows who are prudent and answer His call

He knows who are wicked and turning away

And they are the ones who should fear of that day.

Monday

So many things I hear and know

But cannot demonstration show

How suffering can be for good

And Jesus, that I've understood.

Self-sacrifice, the bane of me

I see not how it sets me free

It takes much time, and looking back

I hope to see what now I lack.

Tuesday

As leadership is handed down

A younger one assumes the crown

The crown of servanthood to all

To seek the lost when e'er they fall

For fall, does every man alive

As well, they clamour to survive

Amid the darkness of their sin

And speak anew of life within.

Like little children, we must be

Who place our every trust in Thee

Who rise again each time we fall

And always on His graces call.

Wedesday

Hope remains, when even we die

Judgment of man, man should not try

Heart of another, none can confirm

Trusting in God, all must now learn

Seen from afar, enough would be

To prove His love enough for me

The heart of a man, no man can know

But man to God can always go.

Thursday

A good and faithful servant be

A man of all humility

Not one of malice, greed, and lust

But one forgiving man can trust

For either party, debt can be

A means of moving far from Thee.

But when we freely share our wealth

Then both are found restored to health.

Friday

Mary, Mary, Oh great Mary

Come thou now and do not tarry

Intercede for men so lowly

Make us humble, meek, and holy.

His grace bestow for every need

A docile heart in all we plead

That we may someday be like you

A faithful servant, kind and true.

A one to act on every word

A one in whom the Spirit's stirred

A one with trust unfailing here

A one without a trace of fear.

Saturday

Oh, let me cry as done before

His will is my delight!

May I be clean down to the core

And shine a holy light.

As said at Shechem on that day,

"My house will serve the Lord"

Far be it now to turn away

And forfeit our reward.

May all who travel down this line

Be firm in faith and true.

And so, this progeny of mine

Be ones who trust in you.

8/3/25 Through 8/9/25

 8/3/25 Through 8/9/25

Sunday.

All for which we strive below

Someday will to another go.

For none can pass from here to there

When squarely into death we stare.

All that we do, all that we've done

Cannot produce a vict'ry won

For vict'ry's only won by love

And that alone we take above.

Monday

The food for which I long is You.

Each morn it falls amid the dew

Your word to contemplate and live

Your blood and body that You give.

May I receive You worthily

In spite of failings found in me

A heart contrite and humble, too,

Is what I want to be for You.

So oft I need to turn in shame

With none but just myself to blame.

For lesser foods I've sought as fill

Against Your good and holy will.

This hunger deep inside of me

Is hunger to be one with Thee

And one can never find this fill 

Except within Your holy will.

So, feed me with Your manna fine

And make my will align with Thine.

Remove all trace of selfish sin

And make my heart Your home within.

Tuesday

Called by the Lord, he went over the rail

He walked on the water, but soon he would fail.

His eyes began wandering, rough was the sea.

"Save me!" was echoed, loud was the plea.

Such little faith we have each day

We start but falter on the way.

We let our eyes be drawn from Him

When even though we cannot swim.

We need His hand to stay afloat

To Him, our lives, we must devote.

Apart from Him the sea consumes

And over them the darkness looms.

Wednesday

How ludicrous a tent would be

To house a mighty One like Thee.

A One that made the Earth and skies

Who came as man in flesh disguised.

The One who chose the Virgin's womb

As place for love to grow and bloom

The Artist who created all

Would on such mortal talents call.

The voice from in the cloud would speak

But not the help of mortals seek

The voice would speak so man would know

There's someplace better yet to go.

Not even this they understood

Until He hung upon the wood

Then rose again that Easter morn

And with the Spirit would adorn.

Thursday

In every man is pride and sin

With bitterness now creeping in

Then bitterness will steal the joy

And providential love destroy

Let bitterness be gone today

And sacrificial love hold sway

Forgiveness is the Lord's command

And that which deals a healing hand.

At Meriba was power shown

And care for those He calls His own.

Yet bitterness in Moses banned

His entry to the Promised Land.

And Peter, too, succumbed to pride

Though walking at the Savior's side

But strong rebuke was sent his way

For steering toward the devil's play.

Let all we do be focused well 

And always of His glory tell.

Then treat all trials from above

As stepping stones to perfect love.

Friday

No greater words than "Follow Me".

In these, our key to victory.

No glory comes without its cross

And nothing gained without some loss.

Our every act, a trade of kind

The lesser lost, to greater find

In search of love, we look around

Until the greatest love is found.

The love of self is pleasure-bound

But emptiness is what is found

The more we try the self to fill

The more we stray from Father's will.

For evil seeks to shade the light

And rule by terror, fear, and might,

But Love has shown the perfect way

By giving of the self away.

By making gift of all we own

As Jesus on the cross has shown

The vict'ry comes from death to sin

And so, the greatest love we win.

Saturday

Why are there demons still roaming around?

Why is it faith is so rare to be found?

One follows the other in logical course

When parents are lazy and fail to enforce

A climate of love and a duty of prayer

With generous hearts that are willing to share.

With faith of a mustard seed, mountains will move

A man of conviction, this passage will prove.

The weakness of man is a common complaint

But trust in the Lord is what makes one a saint.

Our lives must depend on the good and the true

And never let sin become part of the stew.

Forget not His love, which has carried thus far

It's only by grace that you are what you are.

When worry and cares are disturbing your peace

It's love but alone, that never will cease.

Let faith be your weapon to demons defeat

With vict'ry that's lasting, profoundly complete!

What a Fool

What a Fool

What a fool that I have been

By giving way to flesh and sin 

I ask forgiveness once again

For more than seven times of ten.

There's no one but myself to blame

The grace was there, I failed to claim.

A pleasure brief with lasting shame

The flesh, my judgment overcame.

My hunger is for more than sweets

My weakness of the glory cheats

Then ridicule from evil one

Attacks His sad, disheartened son.

But like the rich young man, I came

In hope to overcome the shame

He looked at me and eyes of love

Said none of this belongs above.

You must learn the Father's way

By giving earthly things away

And calling on My grace to be

Your strength to learn to follow Me.

7/27/25 Through 8/2/25

 7/27/25 Through 8/2/25

Sunday

Our Father I need You in all that I do

My weakness astounds me; my strengths are too few.

So blind to so much that You send by my way

One grasping and groping to sort out the gray.

Lord, open these eyes and give sight to the blind

So, begging a morsel of bread, I may find.

My ears must be opened so clearly I hear

One listening closely when e'er You are near.

Your wisdom and counsel are needed each day

For molding and shaping this old lump of clay

The gifts of the Spirit to beggars You send

You're all that I have, and on You I depend.

Monday

A leader like Aaron can do us no good

He fails to correct when knowing he should

He fails to stand firm in the way of the Lord

And bows to the will of the ungodly horde.

A god made of gold, a disgusting display

But this was the will of the people that day

Though Aaron knows better, he just goes along

The people need strength, but he fails to be strong.

He knows what is right, but he fails to obey

Preferring the path of the easiest way

When challenged, excuses he has by the score,

But not what they needed for winning the war.

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Though Moses, their leader was gone for a while

He needn't allow that the godless beguile.

He should have had spine and stood firm in the Lord

Instead, the great works of our God he ignored. 

A bullock of gold that the fools would adore

When God of all gods offers man so much more.

As Moses returns after throwing his fits

The idol is crushed and then ground into bits.

Be not like our Aaron, who flows with the tide

Be stalwart and strong with eternity eyed.

The devil is tricky and tries to deceive

We need men of faith who are strong and believe.

Tuesday

Oh, let us see our busyness

For what it really is

And not observe as laziness

To be at feet of His.

For at His feet we listen well

And take to heart His word

Then we are ones His glory tell

To those who have not heard.

A time for work, a time for ease

Both given for our good

It's up to us the one to seize

And know the one we should.

Wednesday

When glory fills the humble heart,

When grace to man does God impart

A glow beyond the light of day

Adorns the ones His will obey.

Once bathed in light, the shadows flee

A new creation made of thee

A pure reflection of His grace

Adorns a peaceful, humble face.

This glow attracts a weary soul

What treasure makes a one so full!

The pearl of beauty here resides

When Truth is what the person guides.

Thursday

What makes it to the bucket lives

By using what the Spirit gives

The grace and power to obey

And follow on the narrow way.

Our eyes must focus on His will

No movement in the cloud until

The Lord will show a pathway clear

To draw the faithful ever near.

Our ways of selfish lust and greed

Must fall away for love to feed

The gift of self must then take hold

To draw us into Heaven's fold.

No matter how I try, it seems

This way is but no more than dreams.

For failure comes in many ways

A broken record sound it plays.

But as He fell beneath the wood

Each time He rose again and stood

Still moving towards the Father's will,

The Cross that raised Him on that hill.

This, too, the path that we must tread

To have our rising from the dead

To be one placed in buckets then

And not those tossed with wicked men.

Whate'er the trial in His will 

Will always with His blessings fill

And show the end is for our good

Just like the heavy Cross of wood.

Friday

Without faith, one cannot see

The glories God prepares for thee

The eyes are fixed on Earth below

And Heaven's glories never know.

No word or deed will change the mind

Of proud and avaricious kind

So, blinded by their foolish choice

Don't see His work or hear His voice.

The calendar has special days

To stop and offer God due praise.

To slow and rest with Him a while

And let His love your soul beguile.

But if what's offered, then we spurn

The ways of God we never learn.

And glory that is meant for thee

Is glory that we never see.

Saturday

Announcing favor from the Lord

A jubilee of grace out-poured

But some refuse to change their ways

For them awaits a roaring blaze.

Repentance is the master key

Unlocking all the grace for thee

For glory flows and hearts rejoice

When we obey the  still, small voice.

7/20/25 Through 7/26/25

 7/20/25 Through 7/26/25

Sunday

Awareness in our every day

Is what we need, and how to pray.

To recognize the better part

We must employ a humble heart.

His voice is there throughout the day

But often still we rush away

To trifles, urgent and absurd

And leave His voice to go unheard.

But those attentive stop to hear

When e'er the voice of God is near

They let Him guard and guide their way

Whene'er He speaks throughout the day.

This practice leads to joy each day

A calm and peace that holds its sway

For in His word, the path is clear

But first, we must be sure we hear.

Monday

The people were panicky, anxious, and scared

Betwixt of the desert and sea, they were snared.

But waters were parted, and then would return

With nowhere for Pharaoh and army to turn.

What sign could be greater, convincing all men,

Than bread from above or seas parted again?

No sign will be given for none can convince

For none was like Moses, before then or since.

Far greater is Christ who has come here to save

The greatest of signs was the sign that He gave.

To die on the Cross for the sins of all men

And when dead for three days, to rise up again.

But even as such, some deny in our days

For believing demands a change of our ways

No sign will convince when the spirit is dead

With His own flesh and blood, the faithful are fed.

Tuesday

I've found the One for whom I long

Whose love has loved me in my wrong.

Whose love has rescued me from sin

And sent His Spirit dwelling in.

Such love as His before unknown

For on the Cross, such love was shown

Extending mercy even there

To thieves and sinners everywhere.

His love, the grave, could not contain

Though brutally our Lord was slain

The stone was sealed, a guard was set

But evil plans were all upset.

For on day three, our King arose

And Mary was the one He chose

To be the first to spread the news

It's life we gain when life we lose.

Wednesday

Why grumble, for manna is heavenly food

A food with delight for the senses imbued

A feast for the table each morn on the ground

Just gather a day's worth and feast on what's found.

Such bread is still here, but in far better form

The Bread come from Heaven, a man to reform.

Daily He comes, but disguised as the Bread

That's common at table where daily we're fed

The Bread come from Heaven I eat every day

True Body and Blood we were meant to obey

It helps me to hear and then act on His word

To clear out the fog and focus what's blurred.

You, too, can partake of the Heavenly Bread

Receive and then listen and act on what's said

It's there for the hungry who wait on His word

And act to obey whatever they've heard.

Thursday

The all I have will soon be gone,

What, then, for me is counted on?

It's none of these that one can see

But faith that lives inside of me.

There's naught we have and take along

For there such things do not belong

Our nakedness is all we own

Our every deed will then be known.

It's then we'll see the way so clear

And sense be made of what we hear.

His parables will come to light

And then the soul be filled with fright.

For all He gave was meant for good

But did we use it as we should?

To build His Kingdom here below

Or build a store of empty show?

Friday

His only purpose was to die

And man should know the reason why.

In reparation for our sin

So death and evil cannot win.

We often seek for selfish gain

But this He shows cannot remain.

For love is but to give away

To save and sanctify the day.

So much we learn from how He died

One beaten, crowned, and crucified

The King of love my Shepherd is

He gives us all, for all is His.

Our challenge is to give Him all

In answer to His loving call

To be like him in every way

And freely give our all away.

Saturday

The weeds among the wheat are sown

By every wind, the seeds are blown.

And grow they will till harvest comes

When wheat or weed, each plant becomes.

For all are mix of wheat and weed

Including those from best of seed.

Repent and change your weed to wheat

And so, the evil one defeat.

The grace to change the Farmer gives

So, weed among the wheat still lives.

At harvest time, unchanged will see

There's fire that awaits for thee.

Adoration 07.01.25

 Light and Truth

Encountering God in the strangest of ways

Depravity leads to the darkest of days

But when in the darkness, the light hurts the eyes

So, often the Savior will come in disguise.

 

The word of a child or man on the street 

Can strike with a force to evil defeat. 

The Hound of the Heavens will soon find a way

To pierce through the darkness with Light of the day. 

 

The truth is embedded in all deep within

But some shout it down in the throes of their sin.

The shouts work a while, but always it ends

For evil, on noise and confusion depends. 

 

In silence, we hear but a whispering sound

But silence is where the real Truth may be found. 

We can try to make truth of our evil desires

But in silence, the truth of the evil expires.

 

Come sit in the presence of Truth, and you'll see

His light will be warm and a challenge to thee.

Then soon, it's for Light, your desire will be

The Light will bring joy and contentment to thee. 

 

Though sin will be constantly trying to win,

The Light of the Truth will be planted within.

Be open to Light and then always you'll know

What evil can offer… it’s all empty show.