11/16/25 Through 11/22/25

 11/16/25 Through 11/22/25

Sunday

As fire marches through the fields

To heat, the stubble quickly yields

Then, ashes only, there remain

And gone are those of sinful stain

Don't let their might below deter

You won't be harmed by wicked slur

All pain and suffering will show

But ways to make the faithful grow.

When e'er you suffer well for Christ

A sinful soul is then enticed

To deeper delve into the word

And reexamine what they've heard

The martyr so becomes a sign

Of truest love akin to Thine

And suffering becomes a joy

If faith and hope, we then employ

Monday

We're drawn to worship many gods

But these are none but worthless frauds

Prestige or power, wealth or fame

The sports, as well have gods became.

Much blindness we have gained from these

Our lack of love, with this agrees

A hardness of the heart abounds

When any cry for mercy sounds

But those are void of peace and joy

They offer just an empty ploy

To sell your gifts for pleasure now

And fail to look beyond, somehow.

But if you cry, "Lord, let me see!"

The blindness, He will strip from thee

So you can see those other gods

For what they are, just useless frauds.

Tuesday

In my life, can people see

Our God as One who powers me,

Or does my life, as many do

Show scant regard for loving You?

There's none that Earth can offer me

To match the beauty that I see

In Christ upon the Cross in love

Who died to give us life above.

I pray that such a love is mine

That love, my life, would clear define

But still, I know I falter so

With yet a long, long way to go.

With much time passed and less to go

There's quite a lot of room to grow.

I pray that in the final climb

I show much more than silly rhyme.

A model, every man will be

Of what he deems the precious key

To life's fulfillment here below

And where, at last, the man will go.

I'd love to say with confidence

I've done it well, in my defense

But I know well I've often failed

And Jesus, to the Cross, have nailed.

What suffering that comes my way

Could never be enough to pay

For what my sin, to Christ has done

Or what, for me, that Jesus won.

So, in what time that still remains

Amid the aging aches and pains

I offer them, dear Lord, to Thee

To make a better brand of me.

Wednesday

The courage seven brothers showed

Which God, on each of them, bestowed

Is just what's needed in our days

To counteract the evil ways

For those who think that might is right

Seem oft to win the sacred fight

But time will tell the story's end

So, faithful must on God depend

Their humble mother knew the way

And taught her sons quite well to pray

To trust our God who made it all

And always answer, "yes," His call.

The promise yet was not fulfilled

But, "yes", was answered what He willed

They looked beyond the here and now

To see His glory shown somehow.

Today, we know the story well

And of the Crucifixion tell

But, too, we know of Easter morn

And how the Temple veil was torn.

There's no excuses in our day

For letting evil have its way

The courage of these seven men

Must rise and come to life again.

For Christians, everywhere must heed

The call to answer in our need

With courage to a saint become

And find our victory soon won.

Thursday

The zeal with which we follow Christ

Will show in choices, highly priced

What we must give to take a stand

And follow well His clear command.

The crowd may choose a way to go

But likely not a way to grow

For ease and comfort is their goal

And not the caring for the soul.

It takes a man with clear intent

To follow on the path he's sent

And trust that right is always right

Not shying from a show of might

What's lost can always be regained

When life eternal is attained

Then zeal for all that's good and true

Will be rewarded well for you.

The ones remembered yet today

Are not the ones on evil's way

But those who stood for right and true

And gave examples good for you.

Friday

A cleansing every temple needs

For all are plagued by evil deeds

All sin must be removed to gain

A life without that heavy chain

A life of love with ready yes,

A life of love to heal and bless

A life where glory fills the eye

A life where man no more may die

We do our best to cleanse below

But many sins don't even know

All sin we must put far away

To cleanse these temples made of clay

For when all sin has been removed

And in the kiln, the clay is proved,

Its beauty then is there revealed

And every sinful habit healed.

This purging, yes, is filled with pain

But, oh, what glory shall we gain!

His pure and undefiled love

Forever in our home above.

Saturday

A horrid end in useless pain

With nothing there at last to gain

Is what the non-believers win

For all their lives of heedless sin

There's more to life than what we see

For all that's here was made by Thee

So, all should take the time to learn

And from the Maker's work discern

That God is love in many ways

And so, the wise man daily prays

To see His glory here below

And then the resurrection know

For life goes on beyond the grave

And nothing here can sate the crave

We strive for more, but never learn

It's only God can fill the yearn

It needn't be so dim and bleak

For God alone is whom we seek

And He desires to be with those

For life eternal that He chose

So, turn from all the ways of sin

And welcome now the Spirit in

To guide you in the ways of love

And make a home for you above.