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.