10/21/18 Through 10/27/18

10/21/18 Through 10/27/18

Sunday

Only that we give away

Will last until another day.

Only when we suffer well

Will Christ, on earth, within us dwell.

To shoulder burdens with a smile,

To gladly walk the extra mile,

Will bring the kingdom here below,

And grace to all the world bestow.

So we must learn to count as loss,

All earthly gain, and bear the cross.

To drink the cup the Savior drank,

And for the priv'lege, Jesus thank.

For none like He has known our pain

Who suffered for eternal gain,

Who counted all the world as loss,

And bore our sins upon the cross.

Monday

To Him, our maker, we belong

We come to Him with joyful song.

He knows our need in every day,

He formed this simple lump of clay.

Give thanks to Him for He is good

He took our place upon the wood.

In Him alone are riches found.

The One with thorns, our sins have crowned.

Now we are called, His way to know,

To trust Him in each step we go

For He will grant our every need

When daily, on his bread, we feed.

Tuesday

If found awake on his return

Great blessing will the servant earn

If fast asleep when He arrives,

The laziness, of good, deprives.

He bids us keep a steady eye

Be wary of the wicked spy,

And search for truth along the way

That's often lost amid the fray.

Wednesday

What stewardship is given me?

Am I as true as I should be?

Have I but used my talents well?

So where's the fruit that stories tell?

I look and see abundantly

Your gifts and grace bestowed on me.

But even though the gifts abound,

So very little fruit is found.

I wish to see the nation turned

With jealousy and hatred spurned,

With life respected womb to tomb,

With Church as bride and Christ as Groom.

Though such on earth may never be,

You bid us to request of Thee

That all upon His entry be

Well-prepared, and fit for Thee.

Thursday

To grasp the height and breadth of God

No mortal mind can know

The ocean depths and shores abroad,

Or lands down far below.

This world of ours a speck of dust

Within his august mind

Yet He invites a total trust

In love of perfect kind.

And guarantees that we will see

Much more than mind can tell

If we will but disciples be

Our hearts and minds will swell.

Friday

Made for more than many know,

Be the one whose love will show

With patience and with gentleness

The beauties that His laws express.

That one day all may see the light

And build a future strong and bright

With bonds of love and unity

All grounded in humility.

Saturday

Your will brings light and clarity

If we but listen well and see

He made for one, the many parts

And bearing fruit is where it starts.

If we would use the gifts He gave

the world, from error, would be saved.

Then He would heal the many scars, 

And fruit abundant, would be ours.