7/15/18 Through 7/21/18

7/15/18 Through 7/21/18

Sunday

Chosen by Your gift of grace

Chosen for this holy place

Chosen on this quiet night

To sit with You in hallowed light

Each day a chosen task for me

Each task a better way to see

Each time I heed Your quiet voice

I make another better choice.

Your ray of brightness to my soul

Your way to heal and make me whole

Your way to shine the light of day

And lead me on the narrow way.

A gift of grace so few have known

A gift of seed so gently sown

A gift to gaze on You as bread

And find at last, my soul is fed.

Monday

Your sword divides the right and wrong

Your word alone, makes weak the strong

Receive my sacrifice of praise

And let a holy anthem raise.

Reject me not as empty praise

But set a faithful heart ablaze

And turn my feeble love for You

Into a love that's strong and true.

Tuesday

Woe to you complacent one

Who spurn the word of God's own Son

Who see and simply turn away

To follow still your crooked way.

And woe to you who still refuse

To see the light and freely choose

The darkness and the empty waste

Instead of light and love embraced.

Your ways have proven many times

To be the source of wicked crimes

And with the judgment drawing near

Your foolish pride will turn to fear.

Repent while yet He stays His hand

And learn to follow His command

To love, as first, He loves us all,

And dare not miss His final call.

Wednesday

The childlike an instrument

To make His love well known

Without regret they give consent

And make His love their own

So thankful for his every gift

Delight to overflow

A joy to make your spirits lift

And set your face aglow.

Thursday

No burden in this yoke of Mine

A sweetness in my precious Wine

To love the One who loved you first

Will slake your everlasting thirst

Commands are all but simple rules

An easy yoke and useful tools

To live a life in harmony

And shine the light to clearly see

How sin can only swell the load

That you must carry down the road.

While following My word aright

Will prove an easy, burden, light.

Friday

Lord of the Sabbath and Lord over time

Closer each step, but forever we climb

You satisfy hunger, but cause even more,

No one has e're spoken as You speak before.

Saturday

For those who recognize their ills

The soul, abundantly He fills

He cures them all without reserve

In spite of what they might deserve.

But those refusing to repent

To desert land, will soon be sent

When justice on that final day

Cements their chosen evil way.

Then gone the chance to ever live

Among the ones who freely give

Or gaze upon the face of love

In endless light with him above.