11/17/19 Through 11/23/19

11/17/19 Through 11/23/19

Sunday

Perseverance paves the way

For our survival on that day

To trust amid the face of death

Until we draw our final breath.

Without preparing, you will speak

And Spirit then will strengthen weak.

With words of wisdom off the tongue

That speak to old, and speak to young.

Monday

Have we freely blindness chosen,

In our pride and gall been frozen,

Turning from His healing rays,

To follow our own selfish ways?

His law the only source of life

Our strength and courage in the strife

That everyday the faithful see,

As they, determined, follow Thee.

For one day in the Master's court

Would thousands elsewhere ever thwart.

And just one ray of endless light

Will give us courage in the fight.

Tuesday

How far your mercy reaches Lord!

To wicked who by men abhorred,

To all the lost, no matter where

Who wish eternal life to share.

Give me a judgment right and clear

To listen when You speak to hear

The way to go that I should take

And not Your holy will forsake.

Let me not my ear incline

To evil tempting me to dine

But choose to suffer yet obey

And never go, my heart astray.

Wednesday

The gifts we have so many known

Have come from God and God alone.

The Giver is so good to me,

Yet often I have failed to see.

Each coin He gives must give return

And each ungrateful servant learn

To use what He has given well,

And others, of His glory tell.

Thursday

Don't fail to recognize the Lord

Such blindness one cannot afford.

If only all could see what's true,

They'd give to Him, the praises due.

So blinded now and self-absorbed

The Prince of Peace is not adored.

But soon the pride will be destroyed,

With nothing left to fill the void.

Yet if you now, would humble be

And open wide your eyes to see,

You'd find what truly makes for peace

And never let your praises cease.

Friday

Lord, hanging on Your every word

And knowing truth has just been heard,

I ask You in, to cleanse my heart

And offer You my every part.

Saturday

Without a doubt, the day will come

Not just devout, nor just for some,

But all will rise that final day

To hear the Master finally say...

Well done good servant, come and rest,

Your love has passed the final test.

You met me in the poor and weak,

And showed the way to those who seek.

But woe to those who hear that day,

I never knew you, go away.

Eternity, to spend it there

In suffering and great despair!