9/23/18 Through 9/29/18

9/23/18 Through 9/29/18

Sunday

No room to boast of what I own

For if at last, the truth be known,

All that I have was given me

That I might live eternally.

And look beyond my selfish greed

To see the One I truly need

Possessions cannot ever give

The things I need to truly live

The childlike will find in Thee

The answer to their every plea,

and humble ones will come to know

The greater gift that You bestow.

Monday

Set your light upon the stand

And listen for His each command.

Be docile and compliant when

He asks of you to give again.

For what you have was given for

Both blessing you, and many more.

Your light was meant to fill the room,

Dispelling darkness, grief, and gloom.

Tuesday

A brother may I be to you 

Who from the noisy crowd withdrew,

To better hear what You would say,

And follow on that trusted way.

Expecting inspirations large,

But finding smaller things my charge,

And nonethelsss I must obey,

To find, for me, the perfect way.

His word will come proportioned to

My willingness to hear, and do.

Each time I spurn a little chance,

I say, I wish not to advance.

But if I quickly answer yes,

It leads me to a sure success.

A triumph over selfish whim,

And one step closer now to Him.

Wednesday

The less I possess, the more I receive.

Abundance is mine because I believe,

To Him all belongs, and none of it mine,

Yet all that I need is granted in time.

His love ever present to those in need,

And daily, with bread, The Father will feed.

Truth the companion of those with the Word.

Speech with authority now has been heard.

Demons will flee at the sound of His name

Sight for the blind, and feet for the lame.

Making the journey without sack or stick,

Proclaiming the Kingdom, and healing the sick.

Nothing is mine, but all that I need

He grants everyday just as He decreed.

In weakness, His power is shown everyday.

He cares for the humble, who follow His way.

Thursday

The world turns another day

And caught within the endless fray,

Are those whose lives have gone astray,

Who never stop to think or pray.

So futile can it all appear

If they will never stop to hear,

His call to listen and draw near,

His call to cast away all fear.

Each revolution serves to guide

His purpose, ever amplified.

That none but Him could e're provide

Such peace and love exemplified.

So let no turn be passed away

Without some good along the way.

Make love the goal in all you say,

And find the beauty in each day.

Friday

In darkness in the still of morn

A thirst for something more is born.

In quiet there His whisper heard,

Before the first awakened bird.

A longing for His word to lead,

A longing for a daily seed.

To plant within this heart of mine,

And move a bit more close to Thine.

Saturday

An angel is a messenger

Whose duty is to come and stir

The hearts of men to see the way,

And Word of God, to us, relay.

Each one of us, to others be

At times, the one to help them see.

So, in some way, an angel too

If we but listen well to You.

My goal, oh Lord, is but to be

An instrument of love for Thee.

To help my brother understand

The grandeur of what You have planned.

So help me in my weakest hour

To speak with Love's most awesome power.

That I might be, for others then,

An angel to my fellow men.