1/26/20 Through 2/1/20

1/26/20 Through 2/1/20

Sunday

Before all else, we must repent,

And turn from sordid sin.

If we, by Jesus, would be sent,

To others gather in.

Prepared must each disciple be,

To hear and then obey.

To leave their nets beside the sea,

And follow in His way.

Monday

No house divided thus can stand

A house of unity He planned.

To last to endless days of light,

And drive away the dark of night.

Gloom will but replace the gloom

While light will brighten up the room.

So none will stumble, trip, or fall,

But find in light, their all in all.

Tuesday

As David danced in joyful glee

No better thing, I must agree,

Than being in His presence now,

So filled with awe and joy somehow.

His gift of flesh and blood to man

If recognized, receiving can

Transport us to the throne of grace,

And let us feel His warm embrace.

A mother, brother, sister too

Can all be family to you

If they just listen and obey

And take the time to stop and pray.

Wednesday

I wish to make my heart a home

A rich and fertile land of loam.

A place where seed takes root to grow

A place where all, God's love would know.

Tilled and harrowed in pursuit

Of ground that bears abundant fruit.

Free of thorns that choke the grain

Or stones that cause the roots to wane.

So let me hear and then obey

Each cherished word, to me You say.

For only when I follow You

Will grace abound and fruits accrue.

Thursday

Lord make my lampstand tall and strong

Bless this house forever long.

Raise up bold and faithful men

Who pass the blessing on again.

Daughters pure and undefiled

With disposition meek and mild.

With loving hearts from God alone

That as a hearth, will warm the home.

May the measure always be

A total gift of self to Thee.

With nothing left upon the shelf,

A full and total gift of self.

Friday

My sins are overwhelming Lord

The dignity of man ignored

The lash of tongue impatiently

Will just destroy propriety.

Saturday

Who can this be, that orders the sea?

None who have sinned, could govern the wind.

There in this boat, on a cushion, afloat

Sleeping, there lies, the Lord of the skies.

So why be afraid, of the creature He made?

Your faith under-grown, and fear overblown.

His hand is upon the boat that He's on

And those with the King, to safety, He'll bring.