8/5/18 Through 8/11/18

8/5/18 Through 8/11/18

Sunday

In truth You are my daily food

Eternal bread with life imbued

No creature here can satisfy

Or lesser food this truth belie.

There's only one that fills the soul

That nourishes and makes us whole.

That falls each morning from on high,

A fresh, abundant, new supply.

Monday

With shades removed and blinding light

Amazed at glory shining bright

A trembling fear comes over me

As sinful eyes, such glory see.

A shadow hovers over me

From shining mist above the tree

And then the Father's voice is heard

"This is My Son. Obey His word"

Tuesday

Bruised the reed yet broken not

My love for you is not forgot.

Though sinking in the tempest waves,

Reach out to Me, the hand that saves.

Wednesday

Cast out in darkness by our sin

So far away, no light gets in.

Yet even there He calls by name, 

Forgotten faith, then sparks a flame.

A little faith can do so much

When aided by the Master's touch.

A mountain moved, a demon gone,

A soul returned, where it belongs.

Just let the ray of brightness in

Cast off that wicked chain of sin.

Renewed in love forever be.

And let the Shepherd, shepherd thee.

Thursday

Peter first, his faith declaring

Then God's plan, his flesh desparing.

Blessed by God, to him revealing

Christ, Messiah, man of healing.

Given all the Kingdom keys

But then the flesh tries to appease.

For yet, did not, then understand,

The sacrifice, that God had planned.

The flesh rebuked for love to reign

All sins forgiven through His pain

Called to be the one who leads,

The shepherd, for the sheep, who bleeds.

Friday

Great blessing in the quiet time

To ponder things of love sublime.

Things that teach a lesson clear.

Things the soul has need to hear.

Soil is broken for the seed.

Broken seed to fill our need.

Rain supplied by broken sky.

All for life, they first must die.

Crop that gives a handsome yield.

Harvest from a giving field.

Broken to become the bread,

Of life, on which we all are fed.

The process is the same for all

Who hear and answer to the call.

Unless you fall to earth and die,

You cannot with, the word, comply.

No fruit will bear from seed preserved

No recompense for that deserved.

For only as a broken seed,

Is Christ revealed, our only need.

Saturday

Grant to each a vision clear,

How they should reach the far and near.

Grant each the faith to mountains move,

Your majesty, to clearly prove.

A tiny seed is all it takes,

And then Your excellence awakes,

To squarely show in plainest view,

The splendor of Almighty You.