10/19/25 Through 10/25/25

 10/19/25 Through 10/25/25

Sunday

It's by His grace we win the war

Obtaining all we're fighting for

For grace is needed every time

I sit to write a little rhyme

When hands are raised in prayer, I see

That every word must come from Thee

For only then, the heart is changed

And lesser works are rearranged

The prayer reveals what lies within

Where often what we find is sin

Infection there must be removed

For life within to be improved

The constant pleading for His grace,

Our only way to keep the pace

Our lifeline to the Promised Land

And pathway through the desert sand.

Monday

Wealth is such a fleeting treasure

Giving hope where none belongs

Falsehood in its every measure

Singing only earthly songs

All is gift from God eternal

All is meant to use for good

Not by only that external

When in judgment each is stood

Be my strength and consolation

When that fearful day arrives

Lead me in my life's vocation

Help me be a one who thrives

Not on wealth, but grace and mercy

Humble in my search for You

Free of selfish controversy

Always trusting, always true.

Tuesday

A single deed, the world condemned

From there has every evil stemmed

A sin that closed the Garden door

And shut us off to so much more

God sent His promised Savior though

To show the righteous way to go

To offer sacrifice for sin

And let repentant sinners in

One act of saving grace for man

According to the Father's plan

His perfect Son would pay the price

For all our sordid, sinful vice

Now, man can choose to follow Him,

Or to remain in wicked sin

Our choice has every pow'r to save

Or also cast into the grave.

Repent before your time runs out

His love for sinners, never doubt

How blest His servants then will be

To dwell with Him eternally

Wednesday

Each is entrusted with much by the Lord

His graces and blessings on all are outpoured

We must be good stewards upon His return

Or else in the flames with the devil we burn

The gifts we are given, we must put to use

He never will settle for fraud and abuse

For each has a job to be earnestly done

So that our salvation be honestly won

His work was sufficient, but clearly, we see

He expects us to work for the Kingdom to be

Made present to men on the Earth here below

So all, of His dying and rising, would know.

Thursday

Division comes as Christ draws near

And deeper in the soul we peer

We see with clarity our sin

Which makes no room for Christ within

No way the two can co-exist

So change, the flesh, will sure resist

But look and see what sin has done

For death alone is all it's won

Division is the only way

To ever see the light of day

A severing of ties with sin

To let the light of love within.

What profit has your sin attained?

A fleeting pleasure quickly waned?

No lasting wealth when flesh is king

A nectar sweet, but awful sting

The choice is offered every day

Don't pick the deadly, sinful way

Divide yourself from every sin

And always welcome Jesus in.

Unite instead with love sublime

Then, with the Holy Spirit, climb

From dark of sin to light of love

Eternally with Christ above.

Friday

The time is now to turn around

Before the way cannot be found

We get ourselves so steeped in sin

We know not how to change begin

The way of truth cannot be seen

When lies are what upon we lean

Our reason, out the window thrown

And god is self and self alone

His works abound in all we see

The mountains high, and mighty sea

All creatures of their varied kinds

And men with quite inventive minds

Yet men with reason somehow still

Refuse to do the Father's will.

They choose to be the sovereign king

And only just disaster bring

Repentance is the only way

To rise above the wicked fray

There's only One Creator King

And only He, true joy, can bring

His love alone has satisfied

The longing men have often tried

To fill with pridful, selfish sin,

But always left a void within

Return and know that mercy waits

For sinners in their varied states

But every soul can be restored

When Jesus Christ is Sovereign Lord.

Saturday

The Lord expects a good return

If only as a fuel to burn

None simply taking up the space

Without responding to His grace

Each tree must bear its fruit in time

Or face the punishment of crime

If we don't herald of His love

We cannot live with Him above

We see not all our words can do

If we're but faithful, warm, and true

The slightest thing may strike a chord

Returning sinners to the Lord

So, speak His word at work or play

At every time throughout the day

The fruit will grow if all you do

Is use the grace He gives to you