5/26/19 Through 6/1/19

5/26/19 Through 6/1/19

Sunday

To you the Advocate will come

With greater depths of love to plumb.

Reminding you of all I've said

And feeding you with daily bread.

These greater depths will challenge you,

But if what lies beyond you knew,

Humility would rule the day

And you would heed the words I say.

But pride insists on casting blame

And tempts you to shout out the name

Of one with whom you closely live

Instead of saying, I forgive.

So let the Spirit flow on ye

That all the world could plainly see 

A follower of Christ is he

Who even loves his enemy.

Monday

The Spirit comes to make it clear

The time to make a choice is here.

To stand with Him, the Crucified,

Or cower with the one who lied.

Tuesday

Within a jail in Philippi

A faithful guard was standing by

Amid the stench of sweat and dung

While songs of praise were being sung.

Two beaten bruised, and bloody men

Were singing songs of praise again

Rejoicing in their suffering,

And glorifying Christ the King.

When deep at night an awful quake

Shook prisoners and guard awake.

And though unfettered none would flee,

The guard dropped down and spoke his plea.

Please tell me how to be like you

And live the life of love you do.

Where suffering and pain is braved.

Let me and all my house be saved.

Wednesday

A worshiper of gods unknown

Declares himself the god alone.

And makes the rules on fancy whim

Instead of those received from Him.

The only one whose knowledge can

Transcend the age since time began,

Is one Creator of all things

Who to the simple, wisdom brings.

Thursday

Some will mourn at pagan's merry

Those who find their ways are scary.

Not a giver, but a taker

Separated from their Maker.

As so oft before we've seen

Opinion doesn't make one clean,

But following the Maker's law,

And giving Him our every flaw.

The weeping ones shall all rejoice

When God rewards their humble choice,

But we must do our best to see

We turn the wicked back to Thee.

Friday

Oh how the world was changed by thee

Who answered, yes, to "Follow Me".

Who welcomed in her virgin womb

The Flame of Love to grow and bloom.

Oh Mother of the Word Divine

Please heed this small request of mine,

And bring me to your tender child

That I no longer be defiled.

Saturday

Our Father, in His name I ask

That You remove my every mask.

And make of me a servant true

Whose greatest love is pleasing You.

Make me so humble, kind and meek

That those who see would also seek

To know the joy of serving You

And seek that joy in all they do.