3/1/26 Through 3/7/26
Sunday
Transfigured there before our eyes
Without the veil of Earth's disguise
We saw the light of glory there
And to such brightness, none compare.
We heard the voice from in the cloud
With faces down, from glory cowed
To listen was His sole command
And then we felt the Savior's hand.
The vision came that we might see
The truth within the prophecy
The love of God for man below
That Christ would die for man to grow.
To grow in love and make anew
The world by all we say and do
For love brings hope to all mankind
That someday we may glory find.
Monday
A people evil, shamed, and sad
Who turned from every chance we've had
To love our neighbor as we ought
Come beg for what our neighbor sought.
For mercy in our hour of need
For help to all Your precepts heed
For strength to bolster weakened will
And love in spite of all our swill
But measures we have measured out
Will come to bear without a doubt
And how we live is how we die
So, save me now, before I fry.
Make me one humble, meek, and fair
A one to for my neighbor care
Forgiving those who do me wrong
And willing now to suffer long
A one with sights beyond the grave
A one to heal, and mend, and save
A one who loves when undeserved
And serves a one who's underserved.
Tuesday
Now put away your awful deeds
For evil never well succeeds
But hear, and simply then obey
To walk upon the narrow way.
With justice sought and truth proclaimed
What poor have lost can be reclaimed
What sin has stained can be restored
When God the Father is adored
His power shown to those who see,
The upright have the sacred key
They hear and willingly obey
To walk upon the narrow way
So, listen what the proud will say
But follow not their wicked way
They know His path, but choose their own
Their spirit, cold and dead has grown.
Their outward signs are just for show
No substance there within will grow
They, from the straight and narrow, stray
And choose an easy, wider way.
The wide and easy leads to Hell
Where greed and selfishness will swell
But ways of discipline, well trod
Will lead the sinner straight to God.
Wednesday
The logic of selfishness blinds what we do
While justice and truth never enter our view
We fall for the whisper of glory and fame
Considering not, of the reason He came.
Perverted perspectives will skew how we think
The cup of His passion, we also must drink
Not focused at all on our personal gain
But loving another, rejecting the vain.
The greatest is least on the Heavenly score
No serving he wants, but to serve even more.
The logic of love is the language He speaks
And love is the way to be like Him one seeks.
Your pride put aside, for your cross you must bear
For that is the path to be getting you there
The proud and the selfish, another way go
Which leads to the fires of Hell down below.
Thursday
A barren bush in desert waste
A rock of salt without much taste
Is he who places trust in man
Instead of where all things began
Our riches cannot save the soul
But trust in God can make us whole
The beggar at the door might see
Much more in humble poverty.
If trust, we do, in God alone
Great mercy in the end is shown
But if we trust in wealth and fame
They turn to be eternal shame.
Eternal shame and torment where
There's none but worthless Earthly fare
But then, it's far too late to see
The blessings found in poverty.
Friday
Intentions of the evil one
Destroy whatever's good
Rejecting even God's own Son
As no one ever should
The Cornerstone of life and light
They seek but to destroy
For words of His, a flame ignite
And evil ones annoy
He shows our greed and selfishness
In clever stories told
His way to evil men address
Whose hearts have grown so cold
If we but look a little bit
And ponder on His word
We'll see, for us, a candle lit
Explaining what we heard
We too, have sinned in many ways
And so, we see, as well
Amid the many shaded grays
Repentance as the knell
For all have sinned and must repent
Or stumble, shall we too
So listen to the message sent
And hear what's meant for you
Have I returned what's rightly due
From all His blessings sent?
Perhaps it was for me, not you
This parable was meant.
Saturday
His mercy and forgiveness
Surpasses all we know
His warmth and loving kindness
To prodigal, shall flow
We see and simply wonder
To see this foolish way
Just what there may be under
To make Him love this clay
No recompense for giving
But love alone, the key
Somehow this way of living
Is far beyond of me
But this the sacred calling
Of every man alive
We learn to walk by crawling
To mercy, we must strive
Grow in love to see around
The logic of the day
Here is where the mercy's found
And so, the narrow way.