10/13/19 Through 10/19/19

10/13/19 Through 10/19/19

Sunday

So many are the gifts You give

To compliment the way we live

But many times we fail to see

Your love, and generosity.

Our life itself, the greatest gift

Yet we have set our minds adrift,

And fail to daily recognize

Your many gifts before our eyes.

Our blessings we may number not

See all around, and those forgot.

Even trials have served us well,

And of our loving Father tell.

Monday

What greater sign could ever be

Than Jesus Christ hung on a tree?

The lamb of God was left to die

Upon the cross, with darkened sky.

How can we turn away from love,

Forsaking light in land above,

Preferring total darkness where

Our selfishness brings more despair?

Speak to me, oh Lord this day,

And use me in some special way.

To turn the lost back to the light

And make their future ever bright.

Tuesday

Such fools the wise have now become

With blinded eye and mind that's numb.

The Maker they refuse to see

Attached to their depravity.

They worship what the Maker made

And look around as light will fade

To darkness growing ever still

And deepening their stinking swill.

The outside cleansed with shiny gleam,

But inside where the filth is seen,

Is guarded as their precious prize.

The foolish masquerade as wise.

Wednesday

Lord help me love and give your due

Not just in tithes of mint and rue

But with each simple loving deed

More to Your holy will accede.

Let my every act be yours

And let me never mind the scores

For goodness is its own reward

And forms us to our loving Lord.

Thursday

My faith and trust is lacking so

I fail quite often, as You know.

But You can change my attitude

And help me win this inner feud.

I've seen how many times before

You gave me strength to help me soar,

Above temptation to the land

Of love and peace that You have planned.

But on my own a weakness reigns

With sin and selfishness as chains.

Help me to listen and obey

The many times You speak today.

Then day by day and brick by brick

Obedience will start to click,

And change a foolish sinful man

To one who lives within Your plan.

Friday

A work for all to share some way

To gather in the lost and stray

To bring the truth to all we meet

And gather in the harvest wheat.

It's up to Him to separate

The chaff from wheat, then demonstrate

His justice, mercy, wrath, and love;

The chaff to fire, and wheat above.

He gives to all an ample chance

To join Him in a victory dance,

But in the end the wicked lose,

Receiving what they freely choose.

Saturday

Faith He renders all who will 

Believe in trial, and trust Him still,

Who risk it all to spread the word

Until the ends of earth have heard.

A gift He grants to others too

To simple ones like me and you,

Who see the folly of the side

That honors lust and boastful pride