9/8/19 Through 9/14/19

9/8/19 Through 9/14/19

Sunday

Less than all is nearly none,

A cake that's baked, but never done.

A steak exposed to little heat

yields nothing more than spoiled meat.

If we intend to find our way

We must conform to what You say.

Abandoning what leads astray

And following the Master's way.

A cross to bear along the road,

A share of love on us bestowed.

The only way to carry well

Is other burdens to dispel.

Monday

How many withered hands there are

Among those near and also far,

That tightly clutch and hold so dear

The sin that cripples so severe.

Make Sabbath day this day for rest

The perfect time to be addressed.

Then stretching forth to be released

They find the meaning of the feast.

The leaders of the wicked scold

For fear of losing all their fold

To Him whose ways are far above,

So simple yet so full of love.

Tuesday

Make me rooted deep in Thee,

Firmly grounded, make this tree.

That winds may blow and drought may come

But those attached may not succumb.

The empty ways of man seduce,

But restless discontent produce.

The only way to satisfy

Is if the sin in me shall die.

The Son of God, the only One

This Jesus, on the cross, who won

Will be the saving strength for all 

Who answer to His daily call.

Wednesday

What once was dread, by now am fed.

What change has come about!

Reject the ploy of passing joy

For genuine to sprout.

An ancient scroll, a garden stroll

Will calm a restless mind.

By taking time to hear the rhyme

Communion now we find.

The bell that tolls for naked souls

Is sounded loud each day.

But few can tell, that sacred knell

Is joy to those who pray.

Where peace is found in silent sound

A welcome warm caress

A place for two, just He and you,

Where He will surely bless.

Thursday

Without You all is emptiness

No way to truly, love express.

Each act a payment towards a debt,

Or layaway we wish to get.

But You, a prize most undeserved

Creator came and creature served.

Be ever praised and glorified,

The King who for His subjects died.

The gift, the key to fill the soul,

True love to heal and make us whole,

Is freely give what's undeserved

And find that peace and joy is served.

Friday

A child true, I want to be

One steadfast and secure in Thee.

One with the wooden beams removed

And thus, with sight so much improved.

Overwhelmed with much forgiven

To the blessed Savior driven.

Thankful for His every word

By this humble servant heard.

Saturday

The cross a mystery unknown.

True love in all its horror shown.

One emptied in the form of slave

One whom, His all, for sinners gave.

For many now a stumbling block

But not for those who see the Rock.

A madness for the worldly wise.

True wisdom for the humble eyes.

The serpent raised for all to see,

In death was won the victory.

In emptiness was fullness shown

And foolishness was wisdom known.