1/6/19 Through 1/12/19

1/6/19 Through 1/12/19

Sunday

If answered well when ere He calls

The grace of wisdom then befalls

The docile and the pliant one

Who comes to greet the newborn Son.

But wicked and defiant men

Who plot their evil once again

Are filled with pow'r and yet afraid

Of just a little newborn babe.

Monday

In darkest valley light has dawned

And all are called now to respond

Repent!, for now is close at hand

The day, at last, the Father planned.

The love unlike we ever knew

Would cure the blind and crippled too.

The call went out to all the land,

Behold redemption near at hand!

Tuesday

Love is not mere tolerance,

Or spoken words of elegance

Not dutiful endurance

Or gifts of great expense.

All of love that I have known

Is superficial, time has shown.

For self has kept to self the time,

That should be spent in making rhyme.

Wednesday

Imperfect in love because of my fear,

Unable to love the one I hold dear.

Unwilling to give whatever it takes,

Now shown as one of my biggest mistakes.

So where do I go from this awful place,

In hope to again receive the embrace?

Pray for perfection of this sinful soul

In hope, one day, that it be made whole.

Thursday

Love so little understood

By one purporting to be good.

The stamina found lacking where

Reciprocation is quite rare.

The holy ones could pass the test,

But what about the average rest,

Who long for consolation known,

But only find indifference shown?

If love is truly their desire,

They must accept the holy fire

To burn away the sinful dross,

And count such gain as only loss.

For love is not conditioned on

 The pleasure once, that now is gone.

True satisfaction only comes

To persevering, holy ones.

Friday

A sickness fills the body now,

That must be cleansed and purged somehow.

So bowing low, and bending knee

I ask if He would set me free.

A weak and weary man am I,

Whose looks for other folks belie,

A man of appetites untamed, 

Who begs the Lord to be unchained.

Saturday

Be on guard against the idol.

Know the One whose word is true.

Make His love, your passion's bridle.

Let His love increase in you.

When no longer I am needed

As a prophet for the King

When the ground is firmly seeded,

Christ will come and healing bring.

He must increase, I must decrease,

So the world can plainly see,

I am but a simple mouthpiece,

He, the King to set you free.