9/28/25 Through 10/4/25

9/28/25 Through 10/4/25

Sunday

How poor the pen when faced today

With what the scripture has to say

For wealth and comfort, I've pursued

And now, could final rest elude?

The rich is me who turned away

From many poor along the way

Help me, Lord, with eye that sees

A Lazarus in each of these.

Lord, turn my heart toward those in need

Who, for a crust or morsel, plead

Make me one generous and kind

That someday home with You I find.

Monday

When seeing as the angels see

How vast the scope of truth must be

Their eyes can see the distant stars

And meaning of these dreams of ours

They stand before the Lord in praise

And endless holy anthems raise

His will, their joy, and pure delight

His word their sword, and grace their might.

His messengers to Earth below

Bring truth and wisdom, we must know

They heal the wounds that hold us down

And fight the battles raging 'round.

They give a glimpse of glory nigh

And of the life with Him on high

That perfect unity with Love

Awaiting in our home above.

Tuesday

Once set and resolutely turned

Quite many faithful people learned

That so, a test of will begins

And Satan magnifies our sins.

Those close to us may turn away

And ridicule our need to pray

Or try to find some way to show

Our faith a worthless thing to know

But if we simply toe the line

And hearken to the word of Thine

The day will come when others see

How good it is to faithful be.

Then holding on to what you say

Both men from near and far away

Will ask to come along and find

Your God so truthful, good, and kind.

Wednesday

How easily the words can flow

Of how I love the Lord

But when the time is nigh to go

I strike another chord.

My faith is great, resolve is strong

Until I see the cost

Then, in the fear of what seems wrong

My resolution's lost.

I've turned away too many times

And chose a wider way

By searching just for pithy rhymes,

Ignoring what You say.

I know I'm weak and must repent

Then follow where You trod

For all disciples You have sent

And You are Lord and God.

So, give me strength, again I cry

In weakness, You are strong

I see, on You, I must rely

For strength to suffer long.

Don't let me falter anymore

By turning to the chaff

I want no more, what You abhor

But seek my Shepherd's staff.

Thursday

My guardian angel, companion so dear

You're always around, and you're always quite near

While leading and guiding me, showing the way

You prompt me to listen and then to obey.

You're there when I call on the Wisdom of God

You're there when the pathway is rough that I trod.

My helper in times of distress and in pain

The one always focused on eternal gain.

Defender from evil that seeks to destroy

The one that, more often, I need to employ.

The light for the scriptures I ponder each morn

Assigned by the Father before I was born.

What glory is given to creatures so high

Perfection reflected when e'er they pass by.

They gaze on the face of the Father each day

Then show to their charges just how they should pray.

This gift of the Father, a creature sublime

This mentor, protector, and teacher of mine

So powerful, mighty, yet humble is he

To take such a task as the guiding of me.

Friday

Oh Lord, how sin has gripped our land

So many sins as grains of sand

We've turned away from truth to lies

And now we see what evil buys.

Each one assumes their sin too small

To make a difference overall

We think that each can make their truth

And so, we fail to train the youth.

Repentance is the only way

To solve the problems of our day

Oh Lord, grant light for all to see

How far we've strayed away from Thee

Let hearts be filled with true remorse

So You can change our downward course

Our sins make clear to us each day

Then help us choose the narrow way

Your sacramental grace received

And we no longer are deceived

If we confess our sins aloud

No longer sinful, bold, and proud.

Repentant souls, contrite, ashamed

By love, our wicked passions tamed

Your grace received when reconciled

To make us each a newborn child.

Saturday

Every evil without shows a choice made within

Every pain that we have is because of our sin.

Though some who are innocent suffer great pain

Sure, it's sin as the cause, and it's brutally plain.

For God made all good in the Garden so clear

But He gave them free will, so love could appear

For love only happens with freedom of will

Though soon we had faltered, He cared for us still.

He showed us, repentance could right all the wrong

But pain was a consequence tagging along

Each sin is an earthquake destroying of love

And pain is the aftershock sent from above.

Not retaliation, but void left by sin

The only way out is for love to fill in.

Pain follows from emptiness, love fills the void

But love is unknown where self is enjoyed.

A Savior is needed who suffers all pain

Without any thought for His personal gain

Who endures for the masses the pain of all sin

Who suffers and dies for salvation to win.

It's Jesus who did such a deed out of love

The Son of the Father was sent from above

To show us how love is the cure for our pain

And key to how life, we eternally gain.