9/9/18 through 9/15/18

9/9/18 through 9/15/18

Sunday

The burning sand becomes a pool

The thirsty ground a spring

The word of God a precious jewel

To barren lands we bring.

My brothers and my sisters know,

The learned ones ignored.

His graces to the lowly flow,

To deaf and mute outpoured.

The poor He chose confounding wise

Good News to those who hear.

The humble given such a prize,

To God Himself endeared.

Monday

What part of me is leavened still? 

In what way must I train my will,

To be a new unleavened bread,

One freed from sin, no longer dead?

What part of me is withered by

My sin of failing to comply

With what I know as good and true,

Each word of life that comes from You?

Make strong the knees that wobble so.

Repair the feet that wayward go.

Stretch out my hand and straighten spine,

Reform this broken will of mine.

Oh give to me true Sabbath rest

And make of me, a cripple blest.

Who now can function as he should

By following the true and good.

Tuesday

He spent the night alone in prayer

And then returned to people where

He chose from many, twelve to be,

The first within the Holy See.

These twelve He taught at greater length,

In clearer ways to gird their strength.

But still within the twelve was found

A traitor that was lurking 'round.

Be not dismayed that still there be,

But sinners in the Holy See.

For Christ will write with crooked lines

Just as His promised word defines.

Wednesday

What's in a name, this holy name,

Of Mary, Queen of Peace,

The fairest one of great acclaim,

Creator's masterpiece?

The purity of love sublime,

Unselfish to the last.

One untouched by sinful grime,

Who did as she was asked.

No hint of once recoiling from

The duties given her.

But always "yes" to then become

The sweetest smelling myrrh.

A "yes" at every turn or twist

That life would bring her way.

A trust that every trial kissed,

With "Be it as You say".

Thursday

Now give to those who can't return

To then a valued lesson learn.

What good is it to give to they

Who pay you back another day?

The sinners do as well you see

So there's no merit there for thee.

But when you give without return,

The greatest blessings, then you earn.

Friday

This cursed sign of guilt and shame

For sinners everywhere became

A blessed sign of victory,

Won by Christ upon the tree.

The Lord most high became a man

To show that common sinners can

Control the passions of the flesh

And with His will, our lives enmesh.

No longer slaves of sordid whim

If we but focus eyes on Him.

The One who from the heavens came

To shoulder all our sins and blame.

He set aside His kingly state

To set His wayward people straight.

And show that in humility,

Is awesome credibility.

No other love like this e're known,

As that upon the cross was shown.

Lift high the cross though shamed I be,

The sign of Love's great victory!

Saturday

The sorrows of that Mother blest

Swords that pierced the Virgin's breast,

Gave to us a love divine

From the spotless soul of thine.

Mother by His cradle knelt

None such sorrows ever felt.

Nursed Him in her quiet ease,

Lifeless Son across her knees.

Bearing every single pain,

For her Son's eternal gain.

Faithful to the last somehow,

Becomes for all, our mother now.