4/7/19 Through 4/13/19

4/7/19 Through 4/13/19

Sunday

The dead among the rocks will rise

And radiance will fill the skies

The day when Christ returns to find

The fruit upon His holy vine.

No more will secrets here be kept,

The house all clean and neatly swept.

We'll see quite clear our every deed,

And earnestly, His mercy plead.

Each breath of life he gives to man,

Another step within His plan.

An offering for us to wed,

And every sinful action shed.

For on that day our fate be sealed,

And all our sinfulness revealed.

Just how we've turned away from Him

To follow every sordid whim.

Have mercy!  Mercy!  Mercy, Lord!

And stay Your terrible swift sword.

Grant repentance while there's time

To save these wayward souls of Thine.

Monday

Suppressed by lust, a conscience gone.

To evil actions quickly drawn.

A lie convenient for this time,

To cover up another crime.

The elders in that former day,

Much like our politics today,

Where truth is what's convenient now,

And sin will just, new sin allow.

To heaven now, our eyes must turn

If we, the truth, attempt to learn.

Then in humble supplication

Plead His blood upon our nation.

Our folly then be clear exposed

As to a life of love opposed,

And then repentant hearts can stand

Within a place like God had planned.

Tuesday

Contemplate the cross today,

And if you've followed well His way.

Has the Father's will been done?

In you, do people see the Son?

Has the cross been lifted high?

Are hearts renewed and transformed by

A life so closely kin to His,

They see what truth and beauty is?

If on the cross we daily gaze,

He lifts the cloudy, evil haze,

And shines a healing truthful light

Amid the dark and sin of night.

Wednesday

Three saints of old would be so bold

As to defy the king.

Their crime would prove his heart to move,

And then salvation bring.

But first they came to burning flame

For such a crime as this.

Yet cowered not, although so hot,

When cast in the abyss.

Then in the flame, One with no name,

That seemed a Son of God.

And then, once bound with fetters found,

The three to freely trod.

Amid the flame, a singing came

To glorify the Lord.

A coolness blew, as morning dew,

While conflagration roared.

Though only three who faithful be,

Their acts were multiplied.

The king's heart changed, things rearranged,

And God now glorified!

Thursday

I AM, the One who made all things.

I AM, to us, salvation brings.

I AM, the Way, the Truth, the Life,

I AM, your refuge in the strife.

Friday

My God, my God, Your love so fine.

Forgiving sins of such as mine.

So far I've strayed from Your sweet love,

And from Your paradise above.

The Lamb of God, would I too stone?

Or leave Him on the cross, alone?

I see myself the face of sin

Yet still You beckon me within.

Your heart afire with love for man.

A burning flame which evil can

Dispel and purify as gold,

Until at last, true Love behold.

Saturday

Unthinkable with Him not here,

To celebrate the feast this year.

They didn't know the Paschal Lamb

Would be, in fact, the great I AM.

Anticipating Him to rise

To bring about the reign's demise.

They thought it better one should die

To save the nation grief thereby.