11/10/19 Through 11/16/19

11/10/19 Through 11/16/19

Sunday

Encouragement from daily prayer

Will come to those in trial where

The wicked reign, with wrong as right,

And think, by force, they win the fight.

How short the sight of evil men,

Who cannot see around the bend.

They see no more than that in hand,

And miss the glory God has planned.

Monday

But seven times forgiving Lord

Seems more than I can well afford.

Until I see the myriad

Of sins forgiven, that I've had.

Tuesday

Chastised a little, greatly blessed

Though many sins have been confessed

As gold is proven in the fire,

So humble find their true desire.

To know the Master, Judge, and King,

And make to Him, an offering

Of all we have is only just,

What's rightly due to One we trust.

No more than what the servant owes

To One who loves, and freely chose

To come as God, with man to dwell,

And of our loving Father tell.

Wednesday

Your words, oh Lord, I long to hear.

To know that peace and love is near.

To gain the wisdom that I need

to naked clothe, and hungry feed.

My thanks I offer You this day

For every gift that comes my way.

For all that ails and humbles me

Is that which opens eyes to see.

Your gifts will come in varied ways

That startle, and in grace, amaze.

But each will call us closer to

A sharing in the cross with You.

A gift beyond the mortal mind

To join in suffering and find

A joy that we would never know

Without the pain to stretch and grow.

Thursday

Refulgence of eternal light

Dispelling darkness of the night

Grace on grace to man out poured

Spotless mirror of the Lord.

Wisdom gentle, and unique

Subtle, pure, and strength of meek.

Firm, secure, and tranquil she,

Who reaches all things mightily.

From end to end she governs well,

To restlessness, and ferment quell.

For none God loves apart from she

The brightest star of purity.

Friday

How is it learned cannot see,

Or in their study find the key?

They peer in wonder at the world

Yet never call its Maker Lord.

They never look beyond the thing,

To see its Maker as the King.

Inflated by a haughty mind,

The Maker they can never find.

That day will be a great surprise

When finally opened, be their eyes.

But when the angels, sickles wield,

The wicked's fate will then be sealed.

Saturday

Praying always clears the mind

To help the wayward sinner find

The peace they've sought so many ways

But has eluded all their days.

Somehow, in prayer, they find a way

To make it through each trying day

To gather strength, and pain endure,

In hope and love, to thus mature.