10/27/19 Through 11/2/19

10/27/19 Through 11/2/19

Sunday

The lowly cry will pierce the clouds

But not the shout of boastful crowds

For well He hears the humble say

Have mercy, Lord, on me this day.

Monday

A place within the structure there

This stone of mine was made to bear.

Supported well  on every side

Supporting those on either side.

If I'm to take my proper place,

I must respond well to His grace.

Listening at every turn,

Obeying well to grow and learn.

Mine may not be ever known,

But in the end we'll all be shown

How crucial every living stone

To make the word of God well known.

Tuesday

The hope I have is not in vain

For just beyond this earthly pain

Awaits what mind has not conceived

Nor wealthy mortal yet received.

The mustard seed that here we know

If nurtured well, in faith will grow.

And when the eye does finally see

Becomes a large and spreading tree.

Wednesday

Accept His will in every way,

Be it your guide throughout the day.

When turning left or turning right

Through brightest day or darkest night.

Attempt to find the narrow gate

Be not left standing in debate

Of how you earned a rightful place,

Instead of one who trusted grace.

The frightful words, "I know you not!"

Most scary in this Book, I've thought.

Lord let me not be one of those.

Instead, be one in grace You chose.

Thursday

A love with such intensity

So plain if we just choose to see.

But self-absorbed and steeped in sin

No room for love of Christ within.

He thirsts for every living soul

That they be listed on the scroll.

And longs to gather all within

To safety as His blessed kin.

Friday

To be like Him, what does it mean,

Except to live as rarely seen,

To face each day with end in mind,

In hope that peace and joy we find?

Not seeking money, pow'r or fame,

Not recognition, or acclaim,

But humble servanthood of He

Who on the cross once died for me.

This day we honor those who stayed

Close by the cross and often prayed.

Who made their lives a sacrifice,

And always offered good advice.

They made the way for others plain

And rarely ever would complain

But shouldered every burden well

And thus of joy and peace would tell.

Saturday

Oh holy fire that purifies

The man of faith, in love, who dies.

How great this gift the Father gives

To cleanse the soul that dies, yet lives.

This place where fire releases sin

Refining those who enter in

What joy we'll know amidst the pain

When in our sight is heaven's gain.

I long to shed what sin has grown

And all the selfishness I've known

To see with stunning clarity

The face of God, my Deity!