11/23/25 Through 11/29/25

 11/23/25 Through 11/29/25

Sunday

The King upon the Cross was slain

In cruel torture, bitter pain

With every dignity removed

And love beyond all telling proved

His throne, a rugged wooden Cross

Our greatest gain, His total loss.

All pain and anguish there endured

And our salvation there secured.

Two thieves as well were raised that day

With one to mock and one to pray

The one who recognized the King

That day in Paradise would sing.

The Mother with her royal Son

Would share His pain to make them one

In suffering, her "yes" as well

Would work to thwart the gates of Hell.

No king before or since has known

A greater love, or bitter throne

In Him all faith and love is placed

By Him the faithful all are graced.

Monday

The faith of the humble, their trust in the Lord

Will lead to abundance of blessings outpoured.

The ones who observe every word that He speaks

Are known by the love that their action bespeaks.

Their "all" has been spoken, there's none left to give

They trust in His love that somehow they may live.

If not here below, in their home set above

Where all will be measured by standards of love.

The ways of our God are quite strange to the ones

Who marvel at actions performed by His sons.

They laugh at the offers of temporal relief

And hold to Christ Jesus in steadfast belief.

Two coins in the offering given that day

Were showing the rich and the haughty the way

To trust in the Lord and see how He responds

Releasing the fetters and breaking the bonds.

Be one in a million and throw in your lot

To see what it is that the chosen have got

No treasure or pleasure that's found here below

Compares to the glory the martyrs now know.

Tuesday

No kingdom here on Earth shall stand

For thereupon, the rock shall land

To crush the kingdom fine as chaff

And write their final epitaph.

To God be glory, one and all

For as the kingdoms rise and fall

His voice be heard that I AM God,

Accept no useless, Earthly fraud.

So, trust no store of arms to save

But One has triumphed o'er the grave

The One who rose to glory bound

The One in whom all peace is found.

Wednesday

Our faith in life beyond the grave

Is based on One who died to save

But One who rose again to show

What glory is to those below.

The heart of man is longing here

For something far away, unclear

With every gift of Earth in store

The heart is always craving more.

We see there's lacking here below

A way for true content to know.

So, logic says a final rest

Must lie beyond this Earthly quest.

But when we see the One who rose

And all the suffering He chose

We shy away from such belief

And search for only quick relief.

We need the eye to see beyond

The place at which the curtain's drawn

To have the strength, at last, to live

And so, at last, our "all" to give.

For once we've given all we own

The mystery of love is known

And then we see upon the Cross

We gain it all through total loss.

Thursday

When prayer can earn the lion's den

And lands are ruled by wicked men,

The righteous must be fervent then

To bring devotion back again.

Be not afraid to do the good

That all the faithful people should

The wicked try to silence prayer

And good, their wicked ways declare.

But only One, can good declare,

The source of goodness everywhere

The Maker of the Earth and sky

The One on whom the good rely.

Friday

In arrogance, oh Lord, we stand

Opposing Your direct command

The Way, the Truth, and Life for man

We just ignore to make our plan.

No looking 'round at all You made,

Or thought upon the price You paid

To bring salvation to our door

But pride and foolishness galore.

The Liar's voice is sweet at first

But never quenches quite the thirst

More promises he always makes

Then more and more our freedom takes.

The beast devours flesh of fools

With iron teeth it has for tools

But when the Ancient One arrives

The Ancient One alone survives.

Lord, change these stubborn hearts today

And help us find Your narrow way

Oh, shine the light of truth within

To help us turn away from sin.

Saturday

The end is near, it's close at hand.

But have we followed His command,

Or have we let the liquor dim

The Fear we all should have of Him?

Destruction comes to all below

This fact our every soul must know

For He has made it clear to men,

All evil will be banished then.

So, take no evil means or way

Just listen well and then obey

He comes with recompense for those

Within the bounds of love, He chose.