11/4/18 Through 11/10/18

11/4/18 Through 11/10/18

Sunday

If He is Lord, our every move

Should be in love, and firmly prove

Our faith and trust in Him we claim

Can cure the sick and heal the lame.

For love of God and neighbor will

A life of sacrifice instill

And bring to bear humility

Within a firm docility.

So, have I listened well today,

Or made it just another day?

Have I heard the Master's voice,

Before I jumped and made a choice?

It's easy to distract the mind

With drivel of near every kind,

But listening to know  His will

requires that my spirit still.

Monday

The poor are those with everything,

For their provider is the King.

Their every need, by Him supplied

To those without the sin of pride.

Lord let me see how poor I am

Within my daily self-exam.

Then grant the grace to love you more

And clearly see You in the poor.

Tuesday

Invited to the Master's feast

Apologies of rich increase.

Excuses and regrets abound

Where calls to give of self are found.

To share a meal with Him who made,

The man, and never from him strayed.

The gift of splendid daily bread,

Rejected, rather than be fed.

The poor and lame will share the feast

If not the greatest, then the least.

The ones who recognize in bread,

The body of our Lord, are fed.

Wednesday

Pick up the cross, He bids to me.

Seek not, the ease and luxury.

For those who would disciples be,

Must learn to follow well with Me.

To be poured out as I have been,

An offering for sordid sin,

All drained of human energy,

And filled with Father's love for thee.

Thursday

Repentance brings a joy to life,

A triumph here amid the strife.

A sign of hope, we found the way,

That leads us to a brighter day.

The flock includes the lost and strays,

The ones who follow crooked ways.

For all are valued in the eye

Of our Good Shepherd in the sky.

He searches for the hapless stray

Who thought he knew a better way,

But found at every novel turn

Another lesson there to learn.

The Shepherd's crook is not so mean

It leads us to the pastures green,

And to the valley where there flows

The restful water of repose.

Friday

A wasteland of utility

Is all our eyes would ever see,

Without the spaces made for man

To worship God within His plan.

The beauty of the temple grand,

A mere reflection of that planned

By God when all are one in Him,

And sing their never-ending hymn.

The place where offered bread and wine

As blood and body of Divine.

The place where earth and heaven brush

should be a palace rich and plush.

Saturday

When we give, we both receive,

Is what the holy ones believe

To have the wealth creates the need

To quench a thirst, or hungry feed.

Blessing comes as wealth is shared,

Pains relieved and lives repaired.

The giver gives and poor receive.

Both are blessed when both believe.