8/26/18 Through 9/1/18

8/26/18 Through 9/1/18

Sunday

Decide this day to whom to go,

And whom you will call Lord.

For every man should clearly know

The One to be adored.

Just look and see that only One 

Has cared for all His own.

His works to never be outdone,

None like Him ever known.

He gave His body and His blood

As food and drink for all.

His love a raging torrent flood

In answer to our call.

Unwilling those who walk away,

To trust Him at His word.

To them, become the lump of clay,

And follow what they heard.

With Christ as husband, Church as bride

Submissive to His will, 

The marriage bond exemplifies

When man and wife fulfill.

Monday

I pray that faith would overflow

And many more would come to know

The wonders of our mighty Lord

Who, on the cross, His love outpoured.

How fitting all should model Him

And love escape our stingy brim

To flourish in our suffering

And bring to all this mighty King.

Tuesday

Help me to see the camel plain

And worry less of gnats to strain

Initially to cleanse inside,

And then perhaps, to be a guide.

Wednesday

For this is why the Christian's here 

To blaze the way to new frontier.

To follow in the Master's will,

And patiently be loving still.

To leave behind the prideful self,

And place all comforts on the shelf

Embracing all that He allows

When using us as trusty plows.

Thursday

I have within, a nagging fear

That when, for me, the time draws near,

I turn, attempting flesh to spare,

And find myself in deep despair.

So blest I've been, but weak, I am.

Much favored, but a sinful man.

Unable to, by strength assured,

Console myself, as one matured.

I only pray that You will be

The strength in my futility,

And take me home that final day,

No more to ever sin or stray.

Friday

The wisdom of the Holy ones

Is something that the world shuns,

And fails to fill an extra flask

In preparation for the task.

The virtues that the humble seek,

Unwanted by the Jew or Greek.

A stumbling block of foolishness

To those in rank self-righteousness.

But when that fateful day arrives,

With none to show, but sinful lives,

It's then too late to figure out,

You should have gone a different route.

Saturday

The quiet of the morning dew

Can cause a soul to think of You

For as a new day wakes to dawn

The thoughts of our Creator spawn.