11/25/18 Through 12/1/18

11/25/18 Through 12/1/18

Sunday

Blessings come from Christ the King

The one to whom our praises sing

No earthly ruler can compare

To Him on whom we cast our care.

Alone, he cares for every man 

Within His holy, righteous plan.

He suffered for each wayward soul

That each would one day be made whole.

So do your best, but have no fear

The Lord is always dwelling near.

And though the sky be darkened now,

Love will triumph o're somehow.

Monday

I want to sing the newest song.

I want to praise and join along,

But I can't sing with ransomed ones,

It's only those unblemished sons.

Where can I go.What can I do,

To rest at last with those, and You?

I must be cleansed and purged of sin,

In hope that I may enter in.

Please take away what binds my soul.

In poverty, You make me whole.

Then teach me how to sing along

With that eternal, heav'nly song.

Tuesday

Beware at any day,

If the sickle comes your way

For we know not time or place,

But our need for saving grace.

Can we boast with clarity 

Of our love and charity,

Or must we sink inside,

For our avarice, and pride?

Our work is seen quite clear

When the fateful day draws near,

So begin at once to show

That you know the way to go.

Wednesday

The problems here begin with me.

Although I'm blind, want them to see.

There may be right upon my side,

But I must use it as my guide.

Not pick and choose the piece I like,

Or inconvenient parts, just strike.

If we're to reach a brighter day,

We all must listen and obey.

Thursday

Every end begins anew

And draws us closer yet to You.

Trust and follow where He leads

His precious flock He tends and feeds.

Stand erect that final day,

Your vindication's on the way.

Mercy for the humble names,

For pride and lust, eternal flames.

Friday

No suffering was too high priced

For Andrew leading souls to Christ

For he embraced with joy the cross,

And other gains he found as loss.

The first evangelist that led

A boy with loaves and fish that fed

Five thousand on the grassy shore,

But one who searched for still yet more.

He brought so many souls to know

The joy of Christ and letting go

Of nets that bind and thus restrict

Disciples that the Lord has picked.

Saturday

To stand before the Son af Man

No crass and sinful mortal can.

It's only in humility

That strength is granted there for thee.

The proud have not the eyes to see

Nor haughty ones the might to be

How blessed a servant is for He

Who claims the final victory.