Sunday
The weeds and wheat together are grown
Among the good seed, the sinner is sown
The Master allows it to strengthen good seed
And give us the chance of converting the weed
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.Don’t see it a burden if evil is near
The evil, of course, of the Gospel must hear
How will they believe if no preacher is sent?
They need a good seed who will call to repent
At harvest, the weeds, into bundles are tied
Then into the fire with greed and with pride.
The wheat is then gathered in sheaves to the Lord
Where life never ends and our God is adored.
Monday
So much to learn, so little time
Before we hear the church bells chime
So easily we’re caught today
By trifles on a screen that play
There’s far more here than scrolling past,
The little nugs that never last
There’s words eternal we should hear
And one of power we should fear
There’s wisdom we should seek to know
And holy places we should go
Like men of Nineveh have done
We must be humbled by the Son
When light is given, we must see
Not turn and face away from Thee
But take our rightful place below
And seek but more of You to know
Rejecting not Your discipline
But turning hearts away from sin
So we can see with clarity
The God and man disparity
Then offer all we have to Thee
Reserving nothing there for me
For all I have is useless bling
And You, oh Lord, are everything
Tis then we’ll see in clearest light
We’re made in image ever bright
As creatures meant to give in love
Just like our living God above
Tuesday
To do Your will is my delight
For all my sins to be contrite
Adopt into the family
Repentant sinners just like me
The Lord of all to brother be
Unto a sinner such as me
Bespeaks of generosity
Unknown unto the likes of me
Your clemency does far exceed
The written word, or thought indeed
To bring the sinner safely where
Your will alone becomes their care
Wednesday
Oh Jesus, One for whom I long
So humble yet, the One so strong
You hung upon the Cross for me
In dying was your victory
Though evil thought the vict’ry won,
They found they could not tame the Son
For death could not contain the Lamb
The holy, mighty, Great I AM
He chose a woman first to see
The glory of His victory
A one to run and tell the men
Our Lord is ‘live, and well again
For love had conquered over death
When “finished” was His final breath
For even then, the Pagan knew
The Son of God He was, It’s true
The perfect Lamb was slain for all
But why so few will heed the call
Is mystery for those who do
For all we want is found in you
Thursday
Blest, eyes that see, and ears that hear
They find, in truth, the Lord is near
They see and hear, and understand
That God has greater glory planned
They see beyond the present time
To ever greater heights to climb
Each step leads closer to the King
And prompts us to His praises sing
But those with eyes who fail to see
The wonders offered clear and free
Or use their ears to hear His word
Find never that the heart is stirred
Without our looking deep within
We falsely think we never sin
We make the standard what we do
And lose all sight and sound of You
The weeds and wheat together are grown
Among the good seed, the sinner is sown
The Master allows it to strengthen good seed
And give us the chance of converting the weed
.
.Don’t see it a burden if evil is near
The evil, of course, of the Gospel must hear
How will they believe if no preacher is sent?
They need a good seed who will call to repent
Then into the fire with greed and with pride.
The wheat is then gathered in sheaves to the Lord
Where life never ends and our God is adored.
So much to learn, so little time
Before we hear the church bells chime
So easily we’re caught today
By trifles on a screen that play
The little nugs that never last
There’s words eternal we should hear
And one of power we should fear
And holy places we should go
Like men of Nineveh have done
We must be humbled by the Son
Not turn and face away from Thee
But take our rightful place below
And seek but more of You to know
But turning hearts away from sin
So we can see with clarity
The God and man disparity
Reserving nothing there for me
For all I have is useless bling
And You, oh Lord, are everything
We’re made in image ever bright
As creatures meant to give in love
Just like our living God above
To do Your will is my delight
For all my sins to be contrite
Adopt into the family
Repentant sinners just like me
Unto a sinner such as me
Bespeaks of generosity
Unknown unto the likes of me
The written word, or thought indeed
To bring the sinner safely where
Your will alone becomes their care
Oh Jesus, One for whom I long
So humble yet, the One so strong
You hung upon the Cross for me
In dying was your victory
They found they could not tame the Son
For death could not contain the Lamb
The holy, mighty, Great I AM
The glory of His victory
A one to run and tell the men
Our Lord is ‘live, and well again
When “finished” was His final breath
For even then, the Pagan knew
The Son of God He was, It’s true
But why so few will heed the call
Is mystery for those who do
For all we want is found in you
Blest, eyes that see, and ears that hear
They find, in truth, the Lord is near
They see and hear, and understand
That God has greater glory planned
To ever greater heights to climb
Each step leads closer to the King
And prompts us to His praises sing
The wonders offered clear and free
Or use their ears to hear His word
Find never that the heart is stirred
We falsely think we never sin
We make the standard what we do
And lose all sight and sound of You
Friday
Be walking no longer in hardness of heart
Return, oh rebellious, and make a new start
Be gathered together to honor our Lord
The scattered be ransomed, and Christ be adored
No longer the Ark, and no longer the sun
A time of tranquility now has begun
Think not of the past or the future you see
There's only the now that forever will be
The story of seed that was carried away
Or story by rock and by thorn led astray
Is sad, but the one the rich soil has found
A hundredfold harvest for Heaven is bound
Saturday
A place of honor all shall seek
But deeper into Christ we peek
And find a Servant's heart within
Then, here, He tells us to begin
All power comes from One above
The great, almighty Lord of love
His Son it is who came to serve
And give what man did not deserve
One always humble, in control
One always ready to console
A hand of service ready there
Our every burden, Him to share