10/26/25 Through 11/1/25

 10/26/25 Through 11/1/25

Sunday

Poured out in confession, we lay at His feet

The truth of our sinfulness, truth of defeat

He comes to our rescue with mercy and grace

Forgiveness He offers, securing our place

Though some are too proud to admit what they've done

They miss out on meeting the warmth of the Son

The offers of pride will wear off in a while

No comfort is found in the self-seeking style

By then, it's too late to start turning around

The fruit of our action for each has been found

The humble exalted, the haughty brought low

'Tis then that the actions of all we will know

There's tons of us sinners, but some have been freed

The ones who confessed all their pride and their greed

Be one of the humble, and turn from your sin

Confess all your failings and welcome Him in.

Monday

Eighteen years in bonds of sin

Bent and crippled from within

Bound with chains that bent her soul

Kept her from becoming whole

Touch of mercy from His hand

Freedom as the father planned

Sin rejected, love becomes

Freedom for His chosen ones

Be no cripple, come and see

All that love has done for thee

Turn from sin and be set free

Mercy is what waits for thee

Otherwise, be bent and low

Holding to your chains below

Keep your pleasures weak and thin

Bent and low because of sin

Touch of mercy waits to see

Slightest movement home from thee

When you turn, your chains will fall

Then, at last, you're standing tall

Tuesday

Be holy and be set apart

Be not conformed, from sin depart

This is what God desires of those

For saintly service that He chose

To love the Lord with all your heart

From every sin be set apart

Removed from all that draws away

And firmly on the narrow way

This universal call to man

Is that which is the Father's plan

Somehow, sufficient grace He gives

To every man on Earth who lives

Yet, some say, Yes, Lord, come to me

And others flat refuse to be

A one who serves another's need

Or listens to the word decreed

All those who know not of the Cross

Are at such a tremendous loss

For all they see is here below

They know not how to bloom and grow

Lord, help me spread your word to them

But not in ways that just condemn

In ways that pull and draw them near

So kindly words of love they hear.

Wednesday

Oh Lord, Your gospel words today

Are frightening, so I must say

This narrow way that You define

I worry may not match with mine

I know how much my soul has strayed

And willfully have not obeyed

You're kind enough to speak to me

Yet I don't always bow to Thee

I know that all is meant for good

But not so seen from where I stood

In pain, my focus draws within

And there my worries all begin

This life of comfort that I've known

Is where I've seen my worries grown

Am I the rich of whom You warn

Who on that day are met with scorn?

If so, I pray You act with haste

And turn my worthless wealth to waste

So, narrowly I may come in

And learn the way of love within.

Thursday

Continued faith, continued trust,

These are the things the Christian must

Employ to find the narrow way

Enduring all that comes their way

His love so far exceeds the mind

For none on Earth is of this kind

No creatures here or down below

Can take us from the Love we know

Be patient, calm, and undisturbed

His love for man will not be curbed

This One who died will intercede

Through His most loving, saving deed

Our Sacrifice for sin was made

Unblemished Lamb our price has paid

The gift of righteousness is His

He this, repentant sinners, gives

Friday

Blindness always love concealing

Jesus always love revealing

The rules the Father made for man

With love, the focus of His plan

Don't miss a chance your love to show

For when you do, His grace will flow

A simple rule, the Sabbath rest

But trumped by love to give the best

Meet the needs of one before you

Pass not by as others do

Here a chance of untold value

Yes, for them, but also you

Saturday

When life on Earth has ceased to be

And eyes all Truth shall clearly see

The Light of Life will shine for all 

Who answered well the Father's call.

The angels in their vast array

Around the Throne of Glory, pray

With saints of every varied kind

Around the Throne of Glory, lined

Each one with open eyes to see

That grace and mercy set them free

That God alone is worth our all

And answered His persistent call

Lord, let me be among that band

To worship there at Your right hand

To sing forever glory's song

Among that happy, holy throng