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.