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.