2/24/19 Through 3/2/19

2/24/19 Through 3/2/19

Sunday

How do I look at what happens today,

And not judge the people that make things this way?

The ones that would say it's a mother's free choice

To kill the poor baby that hasn't a voice.

This hideous crime our lawmakers ignore,

While new ways to kill, the "doctors" explore.

Our clergy may say that the killing is wrong,

Yet still they will let the killers belong.

Is this what it means to judge not or be judged?

I think that this scripture, is somewhat misjudged.

Those wicked who flaunt their evil with glee,

All claim a great vision, yet blinded they be.

How much is enough, and just when do we stand?

Is there any point where the wicked are banned?

Do nothing and watch how the evil will grow.

We must speak the Truth so the masses will know.

Monday

For wisdom here and now I ask,

For guidance in my every task.

To lead me in the ways of truth

To guide the old, and teach the youth.

Grant me Lord the faith I need,

That in Your work, I may proceed.

And use the gifts bestowed on me

To heal the sick, and captives free.

How proud the branch to bear the fruit,

But all must know without dispute,

The fruit I bear's not really mine.

All fruit comes from the living Vine.

Tuesday

Be prepared to stay the course

And waiver not, far from the source.

Wait with patience for the Lord,

And find at last, His love out-poured.

Cling to Him, forsake Him not,

And you will find all that you sought.

Your ways with wisdom will abound,

And in the end, His peace be found.

Be steadfast in whatever comes

Be not afraid of warring drums.

For in your patience, love enshrined,

And in the furnace, gold refined.

Wednesday

Wisdom found on sacred scrolls

Will cheer and brighten darkened souls.

She walks along with humble men,

And tries them, every now and then.

Those that cling and hold Her fast,

In trial then, their strength will last.

Then love and knowledge overflows,

In they that walk the way She goes.

Thursday

Oh how proud the heart becomes

When to his riches, one succumbs.

When on great strength, his heart relies,

And wickedness within belies.

Though mercy He desires to give

The ones who wantonly will live

Against His will defiantly

Will suffer for eternity.

No joy can come from anger's wrath

No haughty soul can find the path.

For hope of happiness evades,

And pleasure, like a vapor, fades.

Friday

A faithful friend, a sturdy rock,

Remains close-by when mishaps knock.

He shares the joys and sorrows too,

But never will abandon you.

The friends we know as man and wife

Remain as one throughout their life.

What God has joined, let none destroy.

That they would fruits of love enjoy.

Saturday

How much we receive, how little we give.

Ashamed we should be, of the way that we live.

With knowledge and power endowed by the King.

With eyes, and with ears, and with voice that can sing.

In wisdom He gives us the power to see.

But often we choose not, the way it should be.

In mercy He heals and invites to repent

In hope that our hearts, to love, may assent.