2/9/20 Through 2/15/20

2/9/20 Through 2/15/20

Sunday

So many paralyzed by fear

Have no conception who is near.

They sense not in the gloom's despair,

The Lord of all is present there.

Their grief and woe will make them shrink

And in that state of sorrow think,

A torch to light the way to dawn

Is what is needed to move on.

But that's not in the Master's plan

From when the dawn of time began.

He calls for trust, but evil sways,

And draws us into sinful ways.

A simple spark can light the way

If we resolve to just obey.

The next step forward he will show,

But often, only that, we'll know.

Monday

Scurrying to see the Lord

His healing graces wealth outpoured.

Come touch the tassel, be set free,

Of every rank infirmity

Tuesday

We honor well the dwelling place

The Virgin Mother, full of grace.

For where He dwells is peace and joy

That trials here cannot destroy.

No closer one has ever come

Than mother to her infant son,

That feeds upon her tender breast,

And in her arms will find his rest.

He chooses who is truly clean

The Virgin pure, and Mother Queen.

How lovely is His dwelling place,

Our Virgin Mother, full of grace.

Wednesday

Wisdom seekers suffer much

To find the holy way

They're willing to abase themselves

And learn just how to pray.

For what they seek is worth far more

Than wealth of any sort

And they will sacrifice the more

For time within her court.

What's asked is freely given those

With faith and not a doubt.

The ones, humility, have chose

And cast the sinful out.

Unsettled in our emptiness

Desires unfulfilled,

But there amid the lowliness, 

The sinful way is chilled.

Desire not, the things of flesh

That comfort here below,

But seek the wisdom always fresh

He wishes to bestow.

Thursday

The one most wise becomes a fool

If he forsakes one simple rule.

There is but one to have our praise

One God alone, to whom he prays.

A jealous God, the One must be.

For if He let us stray to these

The truth be lost and never found,

No place to find unmoving ground.

The faith we place in Him alone

Will never become fully grown,

For He with no begin or end,

Created, cannot comprehend.

But little crumbs or scraps that fall

Can help us clearly hear the call

To worship God, and God alone,

And let true wisdom then be shown.

Friday

Ephphatha!  The Lord commands.

Be now the eyes, and ears, and hands

That open wide to hear the word

And preach it well till all have heard.

So act upon the grace He gives,

And show that He, within you, lives.

That all you meet would ever know

His way of righteousness to go.

Saturday

Think of what just happened here

That Jesus Christ should draw so near,

In simple form of bread and wine,

I would receive the Lord divine!

The broken bread we thank Him for

The oath to man the Savior swore,

To never leave us orphaned here,

But always to be very near.

Though often we have gone astray.

He finds us in our wand'ring way,

And leads us back to pasture green,

If we but on, His presence lean.

So turn away from other gods,

And be not fooled by false facades,

But trust in One whose way is true,

And always wants what's best for you.