11/3/19 Through 11/9/19

11/3/19 Through 11/9/19

Sunday

Your mercy, Lord, my great desire

To walk amid Your cleansing fire

To be a soul as white as snow

And joy of righteous ones to know.

You call me closer every day

To turn from sin and learn to pray

To be the man I'm meant to be,

To climb the tree and clearly see.

Monday

No expectation of return

But only true and just concern

For fellow man in need of care

That you can find most anywhere.

Those inconvenient, nagging few

Who on the corners look at you

And hold their signs expressing need

Whom you pass by increasing speed.

Those of whom the Gospel speaks

Are those for whom the Shepherd seeks

And those for whom He bids us love

To find reward in heav'n above.

Tuesday

Lord, clear my mind and let me see

You call for me to dine with Thee

To share this food of angel's bread

To come to Thee and well be fed.

Excuses come in many forms,

But none that calm the wind and storms.

The only way to truly see

Is if we come and sup with Thee.

Wednesday

The answer to Your every word,

The act within that's ever stirred,

Is learn to love and give away

The many things that cause to stray.

Be not attached to creatures here,

But love and trust and never fear.

For He who made your very soul

Knows how to heal and make you whole.

Thursday

His mercy without ever end

To saint or sinner He will send.

If we but ask we will receive

And in the heart, new life conceive.

The Shepherd cares for every sheep

And wants to all, in safety keep.

But in our foolishness we'll stray,

And beg for mercy on that day.

That day when every knee must bow

And every single voice avow,

That Christ has won the victory,

And truth has set the captive free.

Friday

To me the unbeliever bring

And let me of my Savior sing

That deep within the soul would spark

The light of faith to chase the dark.

So when I'm called to give accounts

Of what I've had in great amounts

I'd show a profit for the King

And not the shame of idling.

Saturday

With whip of cords He drove them out

Amid the crowd and protest shout.

Don't make this house a den of thieves,

But one of faith where man believes.

And let the waters flow from here

Refreshing trees throughout the year

The fruit of which will feed the poor,

And leaves, the sickly one will cure