7/29/18 Through 8/4/18

7/29/18 Through 8/4/18

Sunday

A little in the hands of God

Will go a long long way.

Give all and then His works applaud,

When they are on display.

He wants but all we have to give

No matter just how small.

If we, on Him, depend to live

We have to give our all.

But then we see how every time

We give it all away,

It acts for Him as just a prime

To fill the jars of clay.

Monday

Within the tiny mustard seed

Is found the shelter that we need

If it be given room to grow

The Lord of Lords we'll come to know

In parables we come to see

Things hidden throughout history

And find a tiny glimpse above

Into the land of endless love.

Tuesday

In the fields are weeds and wheat

But only one gives food to eat

Each with a purpose there to spread

The one alive, the other dead.

One grabbing life to selfish ends,

One whose life, on God, depends,

One that follows ill pursuits,

One that bears abundant fruits.

Be not like weed, but follow wheat,

Give of yourself that all may eat.

Be not a barren worthless weed,

But be the loving fruitful seed.

Wednesday

One thing is worth all that I own,

One name above all names is known.

The one whose breath gives life to me.

The One whose love has set me free.

Thursday

Behold the Potter at the wheel

And wonder how the clay must feel.

Beaten, pounded, pulled, and drawn

Till every lump of stiffness gone.

A painful process for the clay,

But oh, how wonderful that day,

When shaped by hands that love the clay

We learn to love the Savior's way!

Friday

A prophesy, God's word for now

That penetrates the heart somehow

And reaches to the depths within

Revealing just how much we sin.

How can He use such worthless tools

To reach the hearts and minds of fools?

Yet somehow with success He does,

Just see that every prophet was,

An ordinary man like me,

That God withdrew the shroud to see.

Who loved enough to sacrifice,

And speak against our world of vice.

Saturday

The wicked seek to kill the good

Who follow God the way they should.

Enraged by righteousness proclaimed,

That shows their acts, perverted, shamed.

But still pursue His path for you

In all you say and all you do.

For not by power or by might

But by the Spirit win the fight.

And win the hardened stony hearts

For Him alone whose love imparts

A mercy and a welcome home

For all, to Him, returning home.