6/30/19 Through 7/6/19

6/30/19 Through 7/6/19

Sunday

No looking back from whence we came

Returning to that life of shame,

For freedom's found in letting go

Of all the things that bind us so.

The selfish ways of greed and lust,

The earthly feed of moth and rust.

The gluttony that makes us swell,

The envy that our hearts know well.

A turning once away from these,

And never looking back foresees

True freedom in the One we serve,

And love to all without reserve.

Monday

How patiently He waits for those

Who far away have gone.

Not wanting to forever close,

And have the curtain drawn.

But we can choose anew each day

For good or evil bound,

And when arrives that final day,

Forever fate is found.

So live each day as if the last,

His mercy thus proclaim.

The prior sins or works amassed

Can bring us good or shame.

But if we turn about at last,

The prior's washed away.

What matters when our time has passed,

Is how we face that day.

Tuesday

What man rebukes the wind and sea?

Who saves, and then says, "Follow ME"?

Who is this wind and sea obey,

But He who formed us from the clay?

The One who gives us Bread of Life.

The One who made, for man, a wife.

He's there with us amid the waves.

If we but ask, our Jesus saves.

Wednesday

In stubbornness and unbelief

The troubled mind finds no relief.

While others see the beauty 'round,

For them no sign of love is found.

The whisper in the garden heard,

And now the truth is dimmed and blurred.

The liar's word is never true,

For Christ has given all to you.

Just look upon the cross and see

His love is like the boundless sea.

His all was given just for you,

That you might see and know, it's true.

Must you probe his hands and side?

It's true that on the cross He died.

It's true He rose to life again,

And true that life will never end.

So now is time to make the choice

And listen to your Savior's voice.

Persist not in your unbelief,

Or never find your sought relief.

Thursday

Abraham with fire and knife,

His son about to lose his life.

They travel up the stony hill

To carry out the Father's will.

Such trust in God unknown to me,

To trust when ere I cannot see.

When Love is blindly leading me

Unto a place of poverty.

But if I trust, I come to know

The narrow path where I must go.

The essence of my life distilled,

And there at last, His word fulfilled.

Friday

No turning back from whence I came.

No turning toward that land of shame.

But standing firm upon the course,

Rejecting every evil force.

Saturday

Make of me a wine skin new,

That I may hold the wine from You.

A shrunken cloth that I may bear

the stress of life and never tear.

Deceit be ever far from me,

And far from those upon my tree.

Convenient as the lie may be

It fouls the fruit upon the tree.