12/15/19 Through 12/21/19

12/15/19 Through 12/21/19

Sunday

The desert exult and steppe shall bloom

Prepare the way and make some room.

The Savior of the world will come,

But we must recognize the Son.

When deaf can hear and blind can see

Much nearer One has drawn to thee.

The lame that walk and lepers clean,

Can testify, Messiah seen.

So trouble not when trials faced

Your mourning heart shall be replaced

With joy, and recompense that's due,

With songs of praise from ones like you.

Monday

By what authority are done

These mighty works, oh teaching One?

The scheme devised is thwarted when

He asks one simple thing of them.

To hear the lonely cry of John 

And know that nearer draws the dawn.

The day of vindication when

We recognize the great Amen.

But blinded by their sinful pride

They follow not, this holy guide.

Rejecting truth, they live the lie,

But truth will live, and pride will die.

Tuesday

The line come down to Jesus' day

Meanders wide along the way,

With murderers and prostitutes

Among His famous family roots.

The line shows well His human side

With saint and sinner well supplied.

A way to show He came for all,

To rectify the sinner's fall.

Wednesday

The dream of Joseph long ago

Was proof enough for him to know

That God had kept his young betrothed

In purity and graces clothed.

No spot or wrinkle on her soul

No part that's not in God's control.

A virgin docile, true, and wise

Redemption, on her, "Yes" relies.

Thursday

You are my strength from mother's womb

To make what's barren in me bloom.

To take away my guilt and shame

And let me bear the Savior's name.

In silence where You speak to me

What's foggy once, I clearly see.

And there Your grace I somehow find

To make my will with Yours inclined.

Friday

What does it mean to say yes to God, 

And risk being known as a fool or a fraud?

How can I be as the one Full of Grace,

And carry His light into every dark place?

Three simple letters, one powerful word,

But paused were the heavens until it was heard.

Most powerful word from a virgin so pure,

That forever in time, will that moment endure.

Give me grace to behold in my own little way

The wonders of God, when in trust, I will say,

Be it done unto me in accord with Your will.

And the love of the Lord, in my heart now instill.

Saturday

With joy and jubilance we greet

On every mountain, lovely feet

Proclaiming news of happiness

To all the poor, and in distress.

A year of favor from the Lord

The Spirit now on man outpoured.

Though Winter's long it now has passed,

The flowers bloom, in green at last.

A maiden bearing Christ the King

To all the earth salvation bring.

One filled with grace to care for Him

Who came to save us from our sin.