11/2/25 Through 11/8/25

 11/2/25 Through 11/8/25

Sunday

A happy death is that in which

We long for flames of love

To cleanse, and to our souls enrich

With graces from above

The welcome flame that purifies

Is freedom for the soul

A blessing on the one who dies

So Heaven may enroll

The stain of sins unknown below

Forever must be cleared

In perfect love, no sin we know

His every word adhered

Don't fear the flame, but pray it comes

The fire of His love

Where sinner to the saint becomes

One fit for Him above

Monday

How rich are the depths and the wisdom of God

So, why then, my friend, do we find it so odd

That few ever search, and so few ever find

The riches that saints over ages have mined?

The wisdom and knowledge, and judgment so true,

The treasures eternal He's offering you?

Perhaps they're not told by the ones with the wealth

Perhaps this explains all those lacking in health

So, what must be done to improve on this state

Where many are lacking this news, that's so great!

The chosen must witness to all those in need

Where faithful are lacking, they hungry must feed.

No good in a chamber where echoes return

The lost are the ones of the Shepherd must learn

Go out and start searching, you needn't look far

The poor and the hungry, in every place are.

They need but a one who is willing to serve

To bring the Good News that all men deserve

So, you be the one, and today be the day

They learn of the Savior, and learn how to pray

For this is how change to the world is made

And this is how debt to our Father is paid

To tell every person what Jesus has won

And bring them to life through the death of the Son

Tuesday

The invitation comes to all

But who will answer well the call?

We make excuses every day

For why we have no time to pray

A feast is offered every morn

But few enough from sleep are torn

To rise and offer thanks and praise

Before the Author of our days

And even on the Sabbath day

So many still will stay away

The cares of daily life they find

Are all that occupy the mind

The servants must, the tables fill

To satisfy the Master's will

Each one is gifted in some way

To fill the house with those who pray

If we would faithful servants be

The house would fill so all could see

The wonders of His love for man

Within His gracious, festive plan.

Wednesday

I know not how to pay the debt

Of all He's done for me

In times of stress, I soon forget

His generosity

My thoughts turn in to what I want

Ignoring what I need

My selfishness becomes a haunt

And search to sate the greed

I need a view of gratitude

For all the many ways

Great blessings in my life accrued

Throughout so many days

If One so perfect, pure, and good

Was nailed upon a tree

Then why should I escape the wood

That's waiting there for me?

Each one must shoulder well the load

That's waiting there for thee

Our cross to carry down the road

Then up to Calvary

For Easter only comes at last

When Calvary is done

In suffering, is where is cast

The vict'ry to be won

Be grateful then for all He gives

In fire, He forges man

Repent and know that He forgives

In His salvation plan.

Thursday

There's joy in finding what is lost

For Him who paid the highest cost

For sinners who, in love, repent

And those upon His mission sent

Repentance is the key to joy

His Sacrament we must employ

For grace can change the heart of stone

And make it one for love alone

The Master waits with open arms

He always heals and never harms

Each soul that humbly turns around

Is like the sheep, once lost, but found

Friday

Lord, all my good has come from You

In things I say and things I do

Sometimes I hear and then obey

Too often, though, I fall away

Your saving power comes to me

If I but open eyes to see

The vict'ry Your right hand has won

Your One and Holy righteous Son

Forgiveness on the Cross He won

With love unbounded for each one

There's naught that I alone could win

Without forgiveness of my sin.

Saturday

One Lord alone a man can serve

And on this Earth as I observe

A lesser god, no God at all

Is that before which many fall

Prestige and power, wealth and fame

Are just a few that I can name

But limitless, the choice can be

To lesser gods we bend the knee

Just look and see what rules your time

And that would be a suspect prime

For who or what your god may be

And what is needed to be free

The time we spend at work or play,

What we allow to rule our day

Should be what lasts eternally

And satisfies what's deep in thee

One God alone can fill the hole

That's deep within the heart and soul

So, spend more time with Him and see

How foolish lesser gods can be