2/3/19 Through 2/8/19

2/3/19 Through 2/8/19

Sunday

Lord of love our task today

Is love according to your way,

To love the evildoer here

And cast away our useless fear.

The end we know, You conquered sin

So we should not let evil win,

But love until the bitter end,

And truth and justice, here defend.

Monday

Proclaim what God has done for you

What mighty works this faith can do,

For those enduring to the end

Our blessed Lord will more than mend.

What glory waits is yet unseen

Where every soul is pure and clean.

Where sin is banished far away,

And evermore is light of day.

Tuesday

If I but touch upon His cloak,

His love will break this heavy yoke.

If I but near myself to Him

He'll clear the eyes and strengthen limb.

Not satisfied to leave it there

He bids us come and know Him where

In ordinary bread and wine

He offers flesh and blood divine.

Though some may scoff and wonder why

We place on this, such value high,

But once you recognize this bread

It's where your very soul is fed.

Wednesday

In love the martyrs shed their blood

Amidst the overwhelming flood

Of suffering and gruesome pain

To win the prize of heaven's gain

He grants the grace to meet the need.

And through the pain He plants a seed

To soften hearts of hardened stone

And let the love of God be known.

You too can win a martyr's crown,

Be clothed in white with flowing gown,

By meeting well temptation's threat

And using every grace you get.

Thursday

Rejection causes bitterness

And sinfulness I must confess.

So shake it off as useless dust,

And look to Him with total trust.

He who was rejected first,

Hung on the cross, and said, "I Thirst",

His love drove out all bitterness,

So hardened hearts might acquiesce.

We too, must love without reserve,

And faithfully, our brothers serve.

So when rejected, let it fall,

That love might be our all in all.

Friday

For sure the oil's running low

That which keeps our lamps aglow

We mustn't wait to fill the flask,

As that should be a daily task.

The Bridegroom comes here unannounced.

Those in dark will be denounced.

Sorrow for the unprepared

That sloth and lethargy ensnared.

Saturday

The sheep must have a shepherd,

A teacher, loving, kind.

Protector from the leopard, 

And teeth of roaring lion.

Overwhelmed by needy ones

Without the time to pray.

That's the way the story runs

For parents everyday.

Yet sometime in the busy day

There'll be a moment's rest

When one can look to heav'n and say

Lord come and be my guest.

The work they do shall be a prayer

An offering of praise

The best that they can offer where

Their loving fills the days.