7/21/19 Through 7/27/19

7/21/19 Through 7/27/19

Sunday

The cherished guest a gift so fine

To welcome in this house of mine.

Be anxious not of how to serve

But offer love without reserve.

The truth of hospitality

Is not in dry formality,

But being present with your guest

And resting sure you've chosen best.

Monday 

(Feast of  Mary Magdalene)

Freed from demons, born anew,

Love has placed His call on You.

No fear could make you run away,

Your love for Christ prevailed that day.

Clutching to the bloody cross,

No words consoling such a loss.

The blood she tasted on that day,

A First Communion in the fray.

The serpent thought the vict'ry won,

When darkness overtook the sun.

But on the third day Love prevailed

As Gospel writers all detailed.

The risen One assumed the throne

As God above, and God Alone.

His blood and body strength to say

My freedom's not for sale today.

Tuesday

Waters stood apart for those

Who freedom, over slavery chose.

They crossed amid the waters high

While walking on a land that's dry.

Wednesday

A bounty there, but do you see,

The many ways I care for thee?

The grace I give in varied ways

To lead you through the desert maze.

Yet few will take the grace and try

The Manna fallen from the sky.

Instead they grumble and they groan

Preferring chains to mercy shown.

Trust and eat the humble bread

I give each day so you'll be fed.

The thorn and weed, to fire throw

And till the ground for seed to grow.

You've seen it happens many times,

The humble docile one who climbs

To height by many never known

To see the Lamb upon His throne.

My grace abounds, but you must choose

To follow Me, or life to lose.

A harvest rich will come to thee,

If you but trust, and follow Me.

Thursday

The greatest one will serve the least

To enter on the Master's feast.

Instead of being served, he'll serve

To reach the prize that God reserved.

The cross will be his closest friend.

His gracious love will never end.

He'll suffer for his enemy,

And pray that God will set him free.

He'll clear the stone and plow the path,

That none should suffer righteous wrath.

And though, in tears, he sows the word,

At harvest time, rejoicing's heard.

Friday

Another Sabbath come and gone,

And all, but to, the Lord are drawn.

The seed is quickly carried 'way,

By all the cares about that day.

Saturday

Wheat and weeds together grow,

But only wheat did Master sow.

Not wanting to uproot the wheat

They grow until the harvest meet.

Then on that day the two divide,

The humble wheat, and weeds of pride.

A fire awaits the wicked weeds,

But wheat to happiness proceeds.