12/9/18 Through 12/15/18

12/9/18 Through 12/15/18

Sunday

Mountains shaved and valleys filled

Ancient prophecies fulfilled.

Height and depth are made to meet

Sinners now their Savior greet.

Repentance is the word today

From all our sins, must turn away,

And know we've found in Him the one

The persevering precious Son.

Monday

The chains of sin will paralyze

And hide salvation from our eyes.

Then all we see is desert waste,

And find quite soon despair embraced.

But One who made the desert bloom

Prepares for us a special room

If we, in haste, confess our sin,

And then a life of faith begin.

Tuesday

Lord, ninety nine have gone astray

And only one remains.

It seems a hopeless cause to pray

Where pride and boasting reigns.

But you have said to cry aloud

From every mountain height

That all the lost may be allowed

To turn towards future bright.

We chase the flow'r that quickly fades,

And shun the lasting word.

Foolishness, in man pervades

For only few have heard.

The voice among the wilderness

Or cry in desert land,

And thought it more than silliness,

That God is near at hand.

Wednesday

Humility surpasses pride

And mercy comes in flowing tide.

The fragrance and the song portend

That love will bring the evil's end.

Thursday

In my desert, plant Your trees

See that dreary darkness flees.

Make this dry deserted place

A source of love and purest grace.

Fasting, prayer, and giving alms,

All are precious healing balms.

Make me one detached from sin,

One of steadfast love within.

Friday

Many know that God exists,

Yet still their obstinence persists.

They wish to craft the rules to say

What e're their fancy be that day.

Saturday

The great are those that hear the call,

And then decide to give their all.

Refusing comforts of the day

To stay the course upon His way.

Not haughty towards the least of men,

But loving every one of them,

And helping others see the path

To righteousness instead of wrath.