11/30/25 Through 12/06/25

 11/30/25 Through 12/06/25

Sunday

In Noah's day, twas not a care

For water being everywhere

Their lives went on as every day

Until the torrents came their way.

But when they came could none escape

Except the only faithful eight

Too late, with waters risen high

The wicked all were left to die.

When Jesus comes the second time

So too will be the paradigm

The fool will be one unprepared

And on that day, be greatly scared.

The idler should observe the ant

So to the simple, she may grant

Her wisdom to be well-prepared

And have no need to be so scared.

It's true enough, we all need sleep

But even more, our souls to keep

In shape to meet our judgment day

If time is now, or far away.

The fool alone says I have time

That mountain, later, I shall climb

For swiftly comes the flood and fear

And no one knows when far or near.

Monday

Oh Lord, I am not worthy,

But only say the word

Oh Lord, this soul unworthy

Will cling to what is heard.

My sin alone has stained me

But Thou alone can heal

My pridefulness has gained me

The right to only kneel.

Before the Truth, I'm coming

To make this humble plea

Your word alone becoming

Of all authority.

Oh, heal me every morning

I rise before the dawn

That I may heed the warning

And closer yet be drawn

Word is all it takes from You

To change a flowing tide

Do whatever You must do

To keep me at Your side.

Tuesday

From but a stump, a shoot now grows.

What's hard to say in simple prose,

Is just how much our God is love

With all He showers from above.

Abundant gifts of Spirit sent

The bonds of sin and death now rent

A Judge with Justice blind and true

Deciding for the righteous few

A time of justice, peace, and joy

A time all creatures will enjoy

The predator and prey no more,

But best of friends forevermore.

Wednesday

The food you give will satisfy

As none that man on Earth can buy

Too often what we eat returns

And only our discomfort earns

But in Your food is life and light

The break of dawn that follows night

The manna that conforms to fill 

Our every want within Your will

A tiny morsel, all contains

Within each part, the whole remains

Divided yet diminished not

What e'er the piece, the whole we've got.

The Bread of Life, from Heaven sent

To bring Your people sweet content

To death destroy, and tears remove

And love of God for man to prove.

So much You give that's undeserved

Your very self, to man You served

A flow of choicest wine from You

To fill the heart and life renew.

Thursday

Your voice to hear and then obey

Is how the wise pursue their day

For this makes perfect sense to do

When all our trust is placed in You.

To live by what the Master said

Is how our faith is daily fed

The word receive as bread and wine,

But also on the scripture dine.

It's here instruction comes to man

By this, the coals of faith we fan

A fire burns within to hear

And draw the wise ones ever near.

Obedience is yet the key

To build our house on rock for Thee

For if we hear and don't obey

The flood will wash our house away.

Our refuge is the Lord of lords

A haven safe our God affords

For He has conquered death and sin

And welcomes those repentant in.

Friday

Much blest, but yet they disobeyed

So close to Him, and yet they strayed

This story all too often heard

By even those who know the Word

It's not enough to hear or see

His word must cause a change in thee

A turning always far from sin

And welcoming His Word within.

The signs and wonders we shall know

But not for just a circus show,

To point to changes deep inside

Where humble peace replaces pride.

A trust that all He says is true

A trust, He knows what's best for you

A trust that says, "Your will be done."

And so, the way of love begun.

Saturday

The harvest is rich, but the laborers few,

You hear, but you think He is not calling you.

You have your excuses, they're perfectly good

An answer is needed, but someone else should.

You don't have the talent, the time, or the scratch

From sports and your leisure, you'd have to detach.

Demands on your time would be over the top

Once started, such work wouldn't come to a stop.

It's true, it would take quite a turning around

But also, in turning, vocation is found

Then chattel we value is seen as the dross

And gold that we find far exceeds any loss.

The will of the Father will bring us true joy

If only submission, we quickly employ.

Our host of distractions that keep us away

Are truly what's blocking our Heavenly way.

So, here is the choice that you face every day

The choice of a narrow or much wider way.

His call is made clearly, but often ignored

Your answer determines your final reward.

So, think once again of the choices you make,

Are they leading you well on the path you should take?

Or are they a drug that is numbing you down

To plight of the needy you see all around?

The saints are just people like you and like me

Who clearly the needs of their neighbors they see.

With courage and purpose, it's daily they pray

And listen intently to what He will say.

What's more, they will act on the word that He speaks

And so, they will climb to the highest of peaks.

And joy they will find in the humblest tasks

Because they obey for whatever He asks.