3/15/26 Through 3/21/26

 3/15/26 Through 3/22/26

Sunday

If blind from birth, I cannot see

Until the light is given me.

The stain of sin, once washed away

So clear I see the light of day

But those with eyes both working well

What's plain in sight, they cannot tell

They see the wonders and the signs

But fail to see His great designs

They fail because of blinders worn

Because of sin and prideful scorn

The eyes of God see not as man

But only as our Author can

He sees the heart that lies within

If it is pure, or steeped in sin

He knows when flesh will block the way

And teaches humble, stop and pray.

For when we seek the way from Him

He steadies heart, and strengthens limb

To carry out His word each day

And help the blind to find their way

Monday

I think of things both old and new

So, when I do, I think of You

For all Your hands have made I praise

And on Your beauty, fix my gaze

You rescue me from falling down

A smile bring, and not a frown

My mourning moves to dancing when

Your mercy saves repentant men

I've seen enough to know by now

That faith is what You use somehow

To make anew the old and gray

And send them dancing on their way

But I believe with yet no sign

That all is in your great design

Somehow, You work all things for good

So, have but faith and trust we should.

Tuesday

From the Temple, flowing water

Give the clay unto the Potter

Let Him mold a worthy vessel

While with pride and sin we wrestle

Wade the waters gently flowing

Let His love be ever growing

Enter deeper every morning

Give the sinner ample warning

Sickness breeds a constant worry

When the water stirs, I scurry

But another beats me to it

Then I think, why should I do it?

Grown accustomed to my sinning

Gone was e'er the thought of winning

But when the Healer touched my soul

I once again was made one whole.

Wednesday

The Father's will was so aligned

That all He did was so defined

Complete submission to His will

To thus, the Father's plan, fulfill

For Jesus showed what man should do

Becoming one like me and you

Alike in kind, but not in sin

He came to our salvation win

To show the Father's way is true

And always one that's best for you

No matter what it seems today,

It proves the best on Judgment Day.

Thursday

Great patron of the common man

Great worker in the Father's plan

Obtain for me such open ears

That I may act in spite of fears

That I may listen much like you

And always be prepared to do

Whate'er He asks, Whate'er it takes

And disregard my little aches

May I be always ready, Lord

To bend my will in Your accord

To sacrifice in any way

And always, what is right, obey

Providing all my family needs

And planting always many seeds

So faith might grow on every stem

And be a rock protecting them

With Joseph as my steady guide

To help me tame my foolish pride

May I be always firm and true

A one who's always pleasing You

Friday

With torture and revilement

To die for man, was Jesus sent.

The sinless to the sinner save

And rise above the earthly grave

To show all men what love can do

To bring salvation near to you

To touch the heart and move the will

Then truth and beauty, there instill

But man must choose the humble way

And bear all wrong until the day

When Christ returns to take them home

Then through the wheat His fork will comb.

That day a firie be kindled high

By those who fail to turn and cry

For mercy from our God most high

Before they breathe their last and die.

Saturday

Far better than vengeance, conversion I seek

Faith for the faithless, and strength for the weak

Now let the prey turn into the teacher

Be sword and shield for the scriptural preacher

Never before has such speaking been heard

Such wisdom and truth, and authorative word

Just listen, you'll be astounded to hear

He reads in your heart, and He knows every fear

Deftly, this Surgeon will cut to the core

Removing infection and healing the sore

He knows what we think, and before we can do

He foils the plans we were given by you

Come take now some time, just to hear how He speaks

Somehow in His love, it's the conscience He piques.

Never before have we seen or we heard

A man with such power and truth in His word

A Birthday Message for Gracie

 By grace of God one chilly morn

Round one AM a babe was born

A tiny helpless little thing

But oh, what happiness did bring

The trailer in the tiny clan 

But one who thought, the show she ran

A bossy bit, but cute as pie

The apple of her Papa’s eye

The third amid the clan of Haun

The one, for all, to dote upon

But soon she grew to make her way

And liked on soccer fields to play

Her will to win was evident

As out upon the field she went

Up and down the field she tore 

While kicking for the winning score

This curly blonde with dimpled cheeks

A new excitement always seeks

Guns and targets, Needoh toys,

But stay away from teenage boys

Your Papa sees a gem stone here 

A purity you must revere

A soul that’s meant for love alone

A one in which true beauty’s shown

Where gentle kindness rules the day

And often one will stop to pray

Beseeching Christ, to be their guide

While sacrificing foolish pride

Grace is needed every morning

Start with prayer, your heart, adorning

Seek the grace from God above

To live each day in perfect love

In my daily prayer I’m pleading

For my children, interceding

And their children, seeking blessing

That they may be, faith confessing

Gracie girl, to you I offer

Not a gift from golden coffer

But a gift that none can own

Unless they, Jesus Christ, have known

Come to Him in Scripture reading

Come to Him, for graces, pleading

Give Him quiet time to speak

And find the fullness that you seek

Come to Him in joy and sorrow

Come today, and on the morrow

Come to find a listening ear

Come one humble without fear

Find in Jesus, your companion

One who never shall abandon

One with mercy, always waiting

Love unbounded, radiating

I have found Him and I wonder 

Why so few can hear the thunder

All creation screams His glory

Take the time to read His story

How creation lost its way

By failing to, His word, obey

Learn the truth and make it known

Then follow it to bring you home

Here is treasure never failing

Naked, on the Cross, unveiling

Purest love, to sinners save

All, for you, Christ Jesus gave

This is my message Gracie, dear

To trust in God, and have no fear

His love for you will never fail

He cares for every small detail

So, as you grow, and see around

May, always in you, “Grace” abound

No gift is greater that I know

So, water well, and watch it grow.

3/8/26 Through 3/14/26

 3/8/26 Through 3/14/26

Sunday

In thirst, we cry for quick relief

In God we trust, with full belief

Our every need He knows and meets

Abundantly, with love, He greets

For helpless souls, He came to die

The sick and lonely, parched, and dry

To let the Living Water flow

And help the seeds of faith to grow.

The woman at the well could see

The answer to her every plea

A One to read her deepest need

And every hope for love exceed.

A One who spoke the truth in love

And drew her heart and mind above

To find the source of light and grace

And feel the warmth of God's embrace.

The laws of love go further on

Than laws of stone we rest upon

They call for love and sacrifice,

Far more than just some good advice.

Monday

The little thing that Naaman did

Revealed the glory that was hid

Within the darkness of the day

For those who take no time to pray.

It's not so hard to see today

How God is there throughout the day

If we but let His hand reveal

What work and busyness conceal

So easily His good we miss

If we, to prayer, have been remiss

His wonder stands before our eyes

But in a humble, meek disguise

It's prayer that teaches one to see

And prayer, the faithful, steady key

Unlocking windows to the sky

And slaking thirst of one so dry.

It cures the blindness of the day

And helps us see a diff'rent way

A way that every man might know

If just humility would show.

Tuesday

My debt is beyond of my means

Forgiving, unlikely, it seems

But in Jesus' love from the Father above

My life, on the Cross, He redeems.

So, why should no mercy I show,

When you, so much less, to me owe?

He wants that I, too, be forgiving of you

And payment of debt, just forego.

Wednesday

What nation has laws such as these?

So wise, and observant of keys

To truth from above and calling to love

Far deeper than depth of the seas.

The smartest of people don't know

What God, in His wisdom, will show

The humble who live, the word He will give

And then, through His mercy, will grow.

May memory never be failed

Of towers the humble have scaled

By calling on God every step that was trod

And making His glory regaled

The children must know of His name

Grandchildren be told of His fame

Passed on through the years and valley of tears

Giving hope to the fallen in shame

The law will not ever be gone

Each jot and each tittle be drawn

By Jesus the King, who pardon will bring

By mercy, and never by brawn.

So, teach of this wisdom and see

How great in the Kingdom you'll be

For all who will pray, and quickly obey

Possess now the glorious key

Thursday

What fools, to turn from One who saves

And place a seal upon their graves

Condemning them to life below

Where fools and sinners freely go

His word, so clearly spoken then

But they were prideful, wicked men

Who thought that they could make the rules

And proved themselves to be the fools

When signs abound, they look for more

Refusing to the Lord adore

Yet none that's given satisfies

Nor when He mounts the Cross and dies

He is our God in flesh and bone

And we can be with Him as one

Or choose our sinful, wicked way

And always in the darkness stay

Don't seal your fate and be the fool

By being as the stubborn mule

Who sees and knows what's true and good

But never acts the way they should

Just humbly give a faithful nod

To Christ, who is our Lord and God

Then beg for mercy when you go

And watch the healing waters flow

Friday

If only we could hear, oh Lord

If only we could see

Our lives, as Yours, would be outpoured

Our spirits, truly free

You speak in many varied ways

Your actions model love

We rush around our busy days

Without a thought above

The lover seeks the company

Of one he loves the most

A quiet time of me and Thee

Here present in the Host

So intimate in clarity

The lover needs no word

In perfect love and charity

Your symphony is heard

You are my God, I hear Your voice

And tremble for I know

Too often I have made the choice

Another way to go

Oh, heal my soul and bring me back

To Your most warm embrace

Let evil, me, no more attack

But fill me with Your grace.

To flower and to bear much fruit

As blossom on the vine

And make of me in this pursuit

A good and hearty wine.

Saturday

Our sins we find them hard to name

But why so easily they came?

Amidst facade of doing good

We act not as we know we should

Our little sacrifices made

Have taken us not where He bade

But fed our pride and egos so

We lost the narrow way to go

When self-absorbed throughout the day

We cannot hear the words You say

But pride we hear both loud and clear

And that we let our actions steer.

Oh, turn the tables, Lord, I pray

And help me walk the narrow way

Expose what I so deeply guard

And open what to me was barred

Wash my pride and sin away

For mercy, mercy, Lord, I pray

Turn this wand'ring soul around

So peace and joy and love are found

3/1/26 Through 3/7/26

 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.

2/22/26 Through 2/28/26

 2/22/26 Through 2/28/26

Sunday

What God wants for you is too good to be true

This tactic will devil employ.

We're trained from above to be goodness and love

And all of His pleasures enjoy.

He's holding you back with one thing that you lack,

His motives are selfish, you see.

No one is that good, so be wary, you should

So, come now and listen to me.

Don't fall for his rot, for it's nothing he's got

Say, show me the fruit of your hand.

There's nothing you built, but a tower of guilt

That's founded upon shifting sand.

It's God who made all by the sound of His call

And all that He says is quite true.

The loser is you, if rejecting the true,

Become but a nothing at all.

He'll make you a king, if your all you will bring

And freely give all that you own.

For there's nothing you made, no price that you paid

In giving, His love is made known.

Monday

To love is duty for us all

The proof of how we meet our call

We love ourselves and seek our good

And so, for all our neighbors should.

Whene'er we see a one in need

A one who's hungry, we must feed

A one who's naked, we must clothe

And nevermore the stranger loathe.

For Christ is there within each soul

And serving Him must be our goal

By doing so, we pave our way

To Paradise, on Judgment Day.

Tuesday

Your will, oh God, is my delight

Too often, though, I lose the fight

I find excuses day by day

To shun Your will and go my way

This leaves me none but guilt and shame

For wants of flesh I fail to tame

These challenges are not so hard,

I simply must remain on guard.

I must rely on grace each time

And learn to always upward climb

For many little vict'ries find

My will and Yours, at last, aligned

A Little Flower shows each day

How smallness is the saintly way

For every little act of love

To light our path to God above

So, help me start anew today

Repenting of my sinful way

By saying, yes to all You ask

And making love my constant task.

Wednesday

A greater sign than Jonah then

Is what we have as modern men

Three days of dead and in the grave

But risen Christ for man to save.

Oh, why believe in other tales

When their veracity but fails?

A simple fact that's plain and true

Is Jesus Christ has died for you.

The Ninevites condemn the wise

For they but look with blinded eyes

At Jesus and refuse to cry,

How guilty, guilty, Lord am I?

When fast and sacrifice is made

We choose the light, and lift the shade.

We change the body and the mind

Confessing sin, we mercy find

Thursday

A total trust is what I need

To every word of Jesus heed

He wants my good, and not my ill

So, I must follow well His will.

With gentle nudge, He leads me on

To trust and to rely upon

His grace in every time of need

To fill my soul and spirit feed.

The more I follow in His way

The more I see throughout the day

His hand in all I say and do

And beauty in His children, too.

Whate'er I need if great or small

Upon the Lord, I always call

For He has blessed me well thus far

And where He is my treasures are.

I've wanted long for wealth and fame

But now such want is but my shame

Far better now it seems to me

A little child, secure in Thee

Friday

Unless you surpass what the Pharisees do

There's no hope for them, and there's no hope for you

Self-righteousness leads us away from the King

Repentance, to Heaven, a sinner will bring

No joy does He find when the wicked are dead

But only when humble and hungry are fed

Acknowledge your guilt and repent of all wrong

Then Heaven, you'll find, is the place you belong.

His memory fails of the wrong we have done,

But also the good if we turn from His Son.

He knows all our faults, and He sees deep within

He knows what we love, be it He or the sin.

Our weakness is gone in the blink of an eye

When humble we are, and on Him we rely

But full of ourselves, we will sink like a stone

To reap of the sin that we've scattered and sown.

Saturday

(Can be sung to the tune of "Adore Te Devote")

Love the ones who do us wrong

Be forgiving now

Be a one to suffer long

Trust in God somehow

(Refrain)

Jesus God and Lord of all

Help this simple soul

Answer to Thy loving call

Heal and make me whole

Bless my enemies today

Light within them shine

Help them find the narrow way

Make them souls of Thine  (R)

May I hearken to Your voice

Making me Your own

Be my ever only choice

You, in me, make known  (R)

Bring the masses unto Thee

Let all truth be known

Help us all to humble be

To thy heart be flown.  (R)

2/15/26 Through 2/21/26

 2/15/26 Through 2/21/26

Sunday

The way is clear and simply shown

But we must make the way our own

For if we choose another way

We turn from God and go astray.

It's not sublime or hard to find

It's not alone, in darkness mined

It's there in light of day to see

And well within the reach of thee.

Free will He gives to every man,

To good or ill, stretch out your hand.

Receive what e'er you choose and know

By this, you choose where you will go.

Monday

The wisdom He grants is to follow His will

To see in our trials, a lesson distill.

Persistance perfecting, and filling the gaps,

By giving the measure, the humble one lacks.

With faith you must come, never doubting His hand

Not wavering once from His every command

For doubts are like waves that are tossed in the sea,

Unstable when not always trusting in Thee.

So, see with His eyes what is fleeting below

And know that the way of the flower we go.

The lasting is all that we have when above

And lasting alone is the blessing of love.

Tuesday

Persevering in temptation

The blessed hear His voice

The wise ones in the nation

To love, will make their choice.

The carnal ways of living

Enticed by base desire

But all that's good and giving

Will lift you from the mire.

Each perfect gift is from above

From in the Father's store

A gift of true, unchanging love

To draw you in the more.

Have you not seen, have you not heard

In all His work proclaimed

The Lord, your God, the Father's Word,

The Son of God so named?

Wednesday

The ashes are a potent sign

Of how we need the grace of Thine

To turn from sin and back to God

To thus avoid His righteous rod.

Our lives have strayed in many ways

In busyness of present days

At first, we lose the time to pray

Then, soon enough, we lose our way

The gods we fashion of our own

From seeds of sinfulness we've sown

By seeking pleasure, thrills, and more

While God of all, we just ignore.

The ashes given here today

Are stark reminders we must pray

Repenting of our sinful ways

So we can see the joyful days.

His Passion was the Father's plan

To reach the hardened hearts of man

He showed that sacrifice is love

And that, our path to home above.

He showers grace on willing men

Who turns the face to God again

And gives them strength to long endure

Each sacrifice, to evil cure.

So, live the ashes here and now

Let grace be strength to love somehow

Then find this year on Easter morn

The risen Christ within you born.

Thursday

Clearly, He speaks and says what He means

Hope is our anchor, whatever it seems

His will alone is the way to be free

All others return us to captivity.

In sacrifice, we find our way

The gift of self, to God obey

The cross will lead to life anew

So, take the resurrection view

He speaks the truth in every word

So, we must act on what we've heard

No profit has the world to give

So, give of self, and learn to live

Friday

Our fasting must engage the heart

And cause us to, from sin depart

It must begin a change within

That turns our will from sordid sin

It must be such that humbles man

To so align within God's plan

If it produce but selfish pride

It has no value deep inside

The fast must draw us close to Him

It's not just there to make us slim

It's there to change the heart's desire

And kindle Holy Spirit fire.

A fire that burns the dross away

And changes how we live each day

It makes us see the other's need

And recognize the voice to heed.

So, Lord, I pray this time I change

And set my sights to longer range

To see where all my weakness leads

And choose the path where Jesus feeds.

My Shepherd knows what's best for me

And what will open eyes to see

The beauty and the love He gives

If one, within the Gospel, lives.

Saturday

A sinner called and chosen here

A one to whom the Lord draws near

May be repugnant here to some

But one He wants to make a son.

He made us all for good, not ill

But all have come to shun His will

For some, rejection shows quite well

While others hide how they rebel

What matters here is not the sin

But if we welcome Jesus in

For all have sinned and none are clean

In Him, no sin remains unseen.