12/14/25 Through 12/20/25

 12/14/25 Through 12/20/25

Sunday

The signs the Baptist knew quite well

By these, Messiah, sure would tell

The blind will see, the deaf will hear

The Savior now is drawing near.

Be strong, fear not, your God has come

The lame shall leap as vict'ry's won

The feeble hands becoming strong

The weakest knees now standing long

His glory comes in varied ways

With song and dance throughout the days

But none are quite prepared to see

The suffering He bore for thee.

In prison waiting there to die

The Baptist hears the Lord's reply

And resolutely chooses love

Securing him a place above.

Ne'er has been a one on Earth

So noble from his time of birth

So docile to the Lord's command

And humble in the Potter's hand.

Yet, lowly in the land above,

Are greater still when filled with love.

So, strive to enter there someday

For Christ the King has paid your way.

Monday

No need to say what's plain as day

What everybody knows

When Jesus speaks, it's clear the way

And faith, in humble, grows.

But when the proud and haughty speak

With devious intent

It's not the truth, but lies they seek

And many traps invent.

But He who knows their thoughts can see

Afar beyond their plot

And spoils what they hoped would be

A clear and fatal shot.

They played into the Master's hand

In ever wicked ways

Until, at last, the Cross they planned

The work of darkest days.

Finality of death, they said

No man could e'er deny

A thorny crown upon His head

This Fool, they sent to die.

But fools were proven three days hence

When He who died arose

The King, all doubt, would there dispense

And doors of death dispose.

Tuesday

A rude awakening will come

When Christ arrives, at last, for some.

For those who know and yet refuse

The Father's will, at last, to choose.

The ones who turn away from sin

Are those the Father welcomes in,

But those who see no need to change

Are those left in the outer range.

The ones who recognize their need

And for His boundless mercy plead,

Are those who find their lasting peace

Where nevermore His praises cease.

While those who think their ways are good

A closer look, to take, they should.

For pride is blinding to their sin

And keeping them away from Him.

His mercy covers even pride,

It stretches far, and deep, and wide.

But none partake of mercy's gift

Unless the veil of pride they lift.

Wednesday

Important is the family tree

For that will show the source of thee

The myriad of ways He chose

To make the you that Jesus knows.

For every you is one unique

Be they one strong, or they one weak.

If they are simple and subdued,

Or they with greater aptitude.

No matter how or why we're here,

Just look and see the message clear.

He chose you for this time and place

And offers you His gift of grace.

The grace to hear His voice for you

The grace to prosper what you do

The grace to hear and then obey

And play your part along the way.

No other's like the you He made

No other color quite your shade

For you alone, complete His plan

From long before when time began.

Thursday

His plan is always better yet

A one we cannot soon forget

It seems in many standard ways

To be a foolish path to blaze.

But if we trust Him and obey

We'll see the wisdom of His way

We'll see our sufferings for good

And so, accept them as we should.

As Joseph took his virgin bride

With One, from God, conceived inside

He knew not where the path would lead

But trusted God for every need.

We need to give our "yes" each day

Allowing Him to lead the way

Sometimes it's where we would not go

But always, in the end, we know,

His love for man will never fade

And even though we're in the shade

We trust it's to the light He leads

Forever meeting all our needs.

Friday

Do you believe all that's been said

About the rising of the dead?

About forgiveness of our sin,

Or how His Spirit dwells within?

Do you believe the poor are blest,

That mercy leads to final rest?

Do you believe that all is true

Of what's been handed on to you?

It takes our faith in what is heard

A trusting in God's written word

To see how true is every line

And recognize a Godly sign.

The closest ones are often blind

And fail, the treasure there, to find.

They talk, but really don't believe 

So, never can they all receive.

The meek and humble choose His will 

And often find a Godly thrill. 

For when His word we just obey

He leads us through the narrow way.

Saturday

What if once throughout the day

We chose to do things all Your way?

What stables, crosses, dreams, or fears

Would You be sending one for years?

Your will the universe has made

Your will the sinless one has bade

To bear Your Son for all mankind

So, He might show the way to find.

The gift of self she chose to make

Was not a simple step to take,

But in her youth, she somehow knew

That all, in truth, belongs to You.

She turned away from selfish thought

To see what humble meekness bought.

She saw the Maker's clearest light

And love within dispelled all fright.

Her fullness with all grace received

Within her womb, God's Son conceived

Divinity was brought to Earth

By saying yes to virgin birth.

A yes like hers, He seeks from you

And offers, "See what I will do".

I'll give you stables, crosses too

But, oh, what joy will come to you!

A simple yes is how it starts

But then, each time, more grace imparts.

A simple light where darkness reigns

Could mean for all eternal gains.