8/12/18 Through 8/18/18

8/12/18 Through 8/18/18

Sunday

How clearly spoken was the word

But malice made it never heard.

The Spirit grieved by such a thought

That we reject what we've been taught.

The brand of Him who loves us so

Concealed by sin to never show,

But it remains a lasting sign,

The choice of Hell is clearly thine.

It needn't be if you repent,

For to the sinner Christ was sent,

To break the chains of sin that bind,

And every searching sinner find.

Receive His Spirit once again

And be a living sign for men

That love can soften hardened hearts,

And grace to all our God imparts.

Monday

So much to learn so far to go

So hard for me, to great things know.

A simple mind of little brain

Much easier, a dog to train.

So far away or high above,

The way of God, the way of love.

The hidden message hard to see

For any simpleton like me,

But always patient, always kind,

The Master, who all things designed.

No matter how complex it be,

The Master helps the simple see.

Tuesday

Kolbe in the prison cell

Enduring more than words can tell

Sustained by love beyond belief

Though captors offered no releif.

He ate the scroll God wrote for him.

In misery he raised a hymn,

And conquered in humility,

The darkness of futility.

Wednesday

Perfected virgin ever-pure

Who carried Christ in womb secure,

Who nursed and nurtured infant Son,

Who pondered all that God had done.

How glorious your fiat heard

When angel spoke that noble word,

And God on earth within became

Your joy and everlasting fame.

The greatness of the Lord proclaimed.

Emmanuel the child named.

Forever blest this lowly one,

The mother of His only Son.

Thursday

Lord I forgive as best I can

But in the end, I'm only man

I hold no grudge on other men

But may not deal with them again.

I pray what's lacking You supply,

And truly bless the other guy.

For only those who follow You 

Will come to know a love so true.

And even those that hurt me so

I pray, dear Lord, would come to know

Contentment of a different kind

When you, as Lord, they come to find.

Friday

The marriage bed where two are one

Is where new threads of life are spun

Their love as total, rich, and pure

Will, for ages, on endure

A covenant as God designed

The two become one heart and mind.

No shade of selfishness or lust.

A bond of pure self-giving trust.

Saturday

Let the children come to me

For such as these have eyes to see.

Their simple love so fair and sweet

Their ready hugs a welcome treat.

No complicated ways of men

Who hear, but listen not, and then

Instead of answering the call

Give in to sin again, and fall.

The children see and understand

It's best to do as God had planned.

So, willingly they follow me,

For humble find, what proud can't see.