10/20/19 Through 10/26/19

10/20/19 Through 10/26/19

Sunday

Last night I failed a test you see

Not ready for, a saint, to be.

I stood embarrassed, shocked, and shamed.

The truth of love, left unexplained.

A precious soul in front of me

Was purchasing the dread"Plan B".

I froze while searching what to say,

And let her go along her way.

My chance to save a life was gone

My silence haunting ever on.

If I had just begun to speak

Would not the Spirit strengthen weak?

Again I know not what to say

But ask forgiveness, Lord I pray,

And beg another chance to show

The love of God I've come to know.

Monday

The more it takes to comfort me,

The less I know what comfort be.

The more I fill my life with things,

The less I see what trusting brings.

A peace beyond the worldly realm,

A love to touch and overwhelm.

A patience in each trial faced,

A needy little child embraced.

Tuesday

How blest those ready on return,

Obedience and trust they learn.

Their every act conforming still 

Unto the Master's holy will.

They trust the grace that He provides

Their every act, in Him abides.

They patiently await the dawn,

And closer yet, each day, are drawn.

Each simple act throughout the day

Will shed a brightness on the way,

Or let the dark grow deeper still,

By turning from His perfect will.

Through one act the darkness came,

But through one act He took our shame.

For grace in greater measure's found

Where sin and selfishness abound.

Wednesday

A slave of righteousness I'll be

If you, oh Lord, will set me free,

From all the trappings here below

Of selfishness I've come to know.

Thursday

The body that expresses love

Is one that's born from light above.

A slave to all that's good and pure,

Who walks the path that's straight and sure.

Destruction comes the other way

To those who wander, turn, or stray.

The Lord has come dividing those

From ones who freely, love, have chose.

Friday

The wretchedness within I know,

If left unchallenged there will grow.

Then flesh will dominate the will

And grow more wretched ever still.

The walls of Wisdom calm the mind

Within, true peace, and love we find.

But we must ever choose the good,

If we're to have the peace we should.

Thanks be to God, for Jesus Christ.

The Lamb of God who sacrificed

His precious blood to sinners mend

And from our evil ways defend.

Saturday

How sad the tree that bears no fruit

Absorbed in only self-pursuit.

So beautiful, but leaves don't feed

The ever-present human need.

For only fruit can satisfy,

And with the Master's will comply.

So if we really hope to live,

We must be trees that learn to give.