5/10/20 Through 5/16/20

5/10/20 Through 5/16/20

Sunday

Exasperated, near the end

Unfit disciples now to send

Without the Way, without the Light,

Wand'ring aimless in the night.

How long we've known, but fail to see

In Jesus, true divinity.

Our mind be stretched to comprehend

That God, to man, did once descend.

But true it is, and oh how grand!

He walked in flesh upon the land.

He spoke about the Father's love,

And mansions built for saints above.

But still His men were unprepared

For what, upon the cross, He shared.

A gift so total and complete,

A sacred, dying, grain of wheat.

Then resurrected, forth He came

And followed by the Spirit's flame.

The men once weak and unprepared

Were bold and now, no longer scared.

For then they saw beyond the grave

And sought to every sinner save.

So too must we who understand

Take up our cross at His command.

Monday

Love will make the burden light,

And sweet the yoke of doing right.

For if we love, the Father comes

And that once heavy, now succumbs.

To joy that's found in sacrifice

And love we find will sure suffice,

To move our selfish mountain where

We see it simply breeds despair.

Tuesday

Sometimes the little trials seem

As mountains in the road.

Our petty little problems scream,

Unfaithfulness exposed.

We let the drivel of the day

Come occupy our mind

Then in our desperation say,

His peace I cannot find.

Not stoned or nailed upon a tree

But inconvenienced by

Some minor thing annoying me

That I should crucify.

And join my little sacrifice

With Him upon the cross

To see if that does not suffice

To mitigate my loss.

Then seeing things in proper light

When time and earth will cease

The mind will start to think aright

And find in Him its peace.

Wednesday

The Vine my true and only hope

To feed me on the way

To give me strength to bear and cope

With trials of the day.

The Vine, the Living Water source,

The only stream I seek.

Who never comes to me by force.

One mighty, and yet meek.

The very life enabling

The branch to bear much fruit.

The firebrand that's labeling

His worker resolute.

Athirst my soul for what it brings

Anew with every morn.

The clean and clear refreshing springs

Of life in Him reborn.

Thursday

This great command I give to you

That works I do, you'd also do.

Love one another in the way

As I loved you in every day.

No longer slave, I call you friend.

My love for you will never end.

As I have done My Father's will,

You too must come to know Him still.

He seeks none but the best for those

The slave set free as love has chose.

He calls us friends who will obey,

And let the Potter mold the clay.

Friday

That day in sixteen twenty-two

The Pope would canonize a few.

A few that to this day are known

For all the seeds of love they've sown.

Francis and good Philip Neri

Both so holy, both so near Thee.

Ignatius with his exercise,

One penitent, and oh so wise.

From Avila, the woman came,

No other woman quite the same.

Writings of great wisdom got her

Named the first, a woman Doctor.

A humble giant too was crowned.

A saint for farmers still renowned.

Isadore, in God, confided

While his plow, the angel guided.

Great examples still today

Of folks that found a better way

To peace and joy eternally,

By daily coming close to Thee.

Saturday
Your word we have to ponder well
To listen first, and then to tell
To have a keen and ready ear,
And then to preach it without fear.

The sufferings our Master saw
Will to this higher calling draw
The faithful ones who choose His way
And cower not amid the fray.

For if they treat the Master thus
No less should we expect for us.
But faithful we should always be
And ponder well each word from He.