10/28/18 Through 11/3/18

10/28/18 Through 11/3/18

Sunday

Son of David have pity on me,

Grant the grace that I may see.

My heart's desire to follow You 

And learn to love the way You do.

I've seen enough the other way

where sin has darkened every day

I want to see in clearer light

What sin obscures in darkest night.

Monday

Let me share a word with you,

Shine a light and change the view.

Let me show the beauty where

So many eyes just see despair.

In purity is found a gem

Passed over by the likes of them.

And generosity will breed

Contentment there instead of greed.

Idolarty can have no place

Amidst a life of lavish grace.

Be not decieved, the day will come,

When all will hear the final drum.

So separate yourself from sin.

Step out of darkness and begin

No more to wander in the night,

But live as children of the light.

Tuesday

Within a mustard seed that's sown

Are mysteries no mind has known.

Unthinkable that one should find

Within that tiny seed designed,

A shelter for the little birds

Or metaphor of holy words. 

As both will grow, become mature

To be a haven safe and sure.

So feed and water tiny seeds

Give them fulfillment of their needs

To flourish and to be transformed

That many other hearts be warmed.

Wednesday

The scary thought that I should hear

Upon that final day...

"I know you not!" my greatest fear

That He, to me, would say.

I want no less than life within

The everlasting day

I want to hear, "You're welcome in,

My Father's house today." 

May I but be obedient,

Submissive to Your will.

The single main ingredient

To with the Spirit fill.

That on that day You know me well,

And narrow way I find.

Far from the dreaded gates of hell,

With Paradise, aligned.

Thursday

One day we all can hope to be,

Around the throne and praising Thee.

But now it seems so far away,

As we contend with each new day.

The troubles of the everyday

Can seem to cloud the holy way, 

But when we see in clearer light

These troubles beckon and invite,

To love in ways we never could

And follow Him the way we should.

To live as blessed holy ones

And thus become adopted sons.

Friday

The death of all the holy ones

A precious gift that often runs

Across the generation gap

Providing younger ones a map.

A way of life in harmony

With One in charge, that we can't see.

A way to fill the emptiness,

Through prayers, and love, and kindliness.

Examples of a living soul

With name engraved upon the scroll,

Who gave of self without regard,

And never kept a scoring card.

Saturday

In the humble lowest place

Dwells our source of peace and grace.

Hung upon that awful tree,

There in bread and wine for me.

King of all who chose to come

As a poor and lowly one.

In a humble stable born

On that blessed Christmas morn.

As a helpless little child

From the virgin undefiled.

Though a young precocious one,

Still as an obedient Son.

Driven in His life to be

The perfect model there for me.

Nothing left, for all He gave.

Sinners He desired to save.

Risen then, and glorified.

King of kings, once crucified.

Jesus Christ, the lowly One

Savior, and exalted Son.