9/29/19 Through 10/5/19

9/29/19 Through 10/5/19

Sunday

The Lazarus outside my door

Is not the Christ I'm looking for.

I look right by his longing face 

And hurry to my comfy place.

Enjoying wine of many pours

While dogs come lick his many sores.

With purple clothes and linen fine

Indifferent to the poor, I dine.

Come tell the story, help me see

What wretchedness is found in me,

How often I could meet a need

And from my wretchedness, be freed.

Monday

Ever seeing us and them

Christ did such a thought condemn.

Each an image of the King,

Each will something special bring.

Every one a work of art,

Each with something to impart.

Only humble, this can see

For humble will, the greatest be.

Tuesday

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,

The city of the King.

Home to all, who evil stem

And humble worship bring.

All who seek shall come to you

From lands of far away

To see the mighty works You do

With simple lumps of clay.

I came as well for I believe

This is the narrow gate,

Through which, our sufferings, You weave

And newly life create.

Wednesday

Protection from the angels came

And trust in God for all became, 

The daily call to those He led

Who were each day, with manna fed.

The angel in the furnace flame

For trusting men of God became

A coolness there amid the heat,

A guard protecting from defeat.

Each one an angel guards this day

To lead them in the proper way.

Protecting them from all that harms,

And guiding to the Father's arms.

Thursday

Those old enough to understand

Should listen well to what He planned,

And follow every word He said

To keep their soul and body fed.

The word He wishes us to spread

And in our hearts, there to embed

To bring His peace to peaceful men,

That they might raise a great Amen.

Friday

Too late when ere that time will come,

The terrors of the judgement from

The righteous one, the crucified,

Who hung by nails until He died.

Repent while yet there is some time

While mercy fills this heart of Mine.

For on that final day at dawn

The Judgement's here, and mercy's gone!

Don't wait to hear and heed My voice.

Decide this day and make your choice.

Your way you've seen enough to know

It leads to where you should not go.

To the land of love forsaken,

Where the lost and damned are taken.

Alone and empty, self-absorbed

With worthless gods, for years adored.

No longer hope for better days

But only pain amid the blaze.

With nothing left for you to lose,

Eternity, in that you choose.

Saturday

My children, come and follow Me.

The glory of the Lord you'll see,

If you but ponder well His art

You'll see His might in every part.

A plan complex, yet simple too, 

Revealing truth and love to you.

A God who gives us everything

If we will just, our homage bring.

No falsehood in His holy word

Like that in from, the serpent heard.

A love beyond the human mind

In every Eucharist we find.