4/19/20 Through 4/25/20

4/19/20 Through 4/25/20

Sunday

"My Lord and my God", the doubting one cried

Probing His hands and the wound in His side.

Be now believing, the grave has no hold.

He's risen from dead, as prophets foretold.

Encounter the Lord in His glory arose

There's no greater gift, each faithful one knows.

His mercy and blessing, the gift of His love

Our food for the journey to heaven above.

Monday

Refreshed, renewed, by Spirit led

By Eucharist and word be fed.

Proclaim the word, be not afraid.

Of you, a son, the Lord has made.

Be born of Spirit from above,

Be filled with grace and learn to love.

Ask boldness for the servant weak,

And power for His word to speak.

His instrument you've come to be,

So listen well and you will see.

He'll use you each and every day,

And bless your steps along the way.

Be not dwelling on the past

Or all the sins that you amassed.

He's resurrected you from those,

And calls you now, a son He chose.

Tuesday

Is it worth what I possess,

Or only worth some portion less?

This question each must bear in mind

If we, true peace, expect to find.

As Nicodemus understood

When there in torment on the wood

True Love forgave our every sin,

Twas there his new life did begin.

Now we can hoard things as our own

Who can afford things on our own,

But love demands we share the way

Our Savior did His dying day.

That day for Nicodemus sealed

No more to darkness, would he yield.

Twas worth the all he risked as loss

To take our Lord down from the cross.

Wednesday

It's worth the risk , no matter where,

To openly His blessings share,

And set the captive sinner free

To readily His glory see.

So steeped in earthly ways of flesh

When ways of light are new and fresh.

For light brings life to all that grows

As even one in darkness knows.

Yet still preferring dark to light

Instead of learn, they'd rather fight,

And try to lock the Word away

So they can lead the flock astray.

But light can shatter prison doors,

And fear of earthly pain ignores.

For light has seen the glory well,

So those in darkness He must tell.

Thursday

His faithful word we must proclaim

There's power in that sacred name.

You tried to silence with the grave,

But then He rose to sinners save.

The cross you thought His bitter end,

But now the chosen comprehend

His death our sacrifice for sin

That welcomes all believers in.

So you be judge, and don't be flawed

Must we obey a man, or God?

The word we speak could set you free,

If you just open eyes to see.

Friday

Be my manna for this day.

Speak to me, dear Lord I pray.

My every need you well supply

A gift newfallen from the sky.

Courage grant when time to speak,

Baffle wise with small and weak.

Use me Lord to show the way,

And guide me on Your path today.

Saturday

His holy pen proclaimed the word

Till every ear on earth had heard,

And every eye of man had read

That Christ had risen from the dead.

The zeal to share this news so good,

By some is not well understood.

They look but fail to see the light.

They hear, but listen not aright.

How privileged each of us has been

To welcome Christ to dwell within.

Receiving in that tiny host

Our Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

So still the work remains today

To show the lost the sacred way,

And share with all the sacred word

Till every ear on earth has heard.