7/8/18 Through 7/14/18

7/8/18 Through 7/14/18

Sunday

My strength I'd like to boast about

My pride take root, and ego sprout.

But everyday I lose a bit

And everyday I must admit,

No strength of mine has ever won

A new disciple for the Son.

My back has never borne the load

Of travelling the narrow road.

In every case of progress made

In weakness, come and find He bade,

To see His strength in simple trust,

And once again, my way adjust.

Monday

Oh Lord, Your spouse I wish to be.

A ready bride receiving Thee

Responding to Your every touch,

And never saying that's too much.

I want Your every gift to me

If even now, I cannot see

How they complete your holy plan

To make of me a Godly man.

Tuesday

Sometimes a blessing not to speak

When all is but a foul critique.

But then a curse to be found mute,

If we a falsehood won't refute.

One is wisdom from on high,

The other cowardice drawn nigh.

One a precious gift of love

One disdain for God above.

Oh give me grace and words to say

In every challenge faced today

And let my silence only be

Reflections of Your word to me.

Wednesday

The more productive we have been

The deeper still we fall to sin

So break new fields and plow new ground

Let once again His love be found.

For earthly wealth will disappear

And those who trust it crouch in fear

The day when Justice comes to reap,

And separate the goat from sheep.

Thursday

Protect the vine You planted here.

To every bud or shoot draw near.

Prune the branch that bears no fruit,

Let Your word, in all, take root.

Oh raise this child to Your cheek

And to the little baby speak.

Set Your word so deep within

That he will dread the thought of sin.

Friday

No greater love that man has known

Than one would leave his earthly home

And sacrifice all that is dear

To just, the God of love, draw near.

But that is how He calls each one

To meet the Spirit, and His Son

To sacrifice reflections for

The God of love, who offers more.

And what the spirits humbled learn

Is how to truest love discern

Transforming merely earthly love

To that far greater one above.

Saturday

With glowing ember from the altar

Make my words to never falter.

Cleanse me with the fire of love

Like unto the ones above.

Woe if I but fail to say

What God has given for this day

I must proclaim His word of grace

At every time, in every place.