5/17/20 Through 5/23/20

5/17/20 Through 5/23/20

Sunday

The Father, recognize in Me

And then with clarity you'll see.

I do His will to bring you where

You come to see His loving care.

The Advocate I'll send to you 

To help recall the things I do

To call to mind the many ways

He cares for you, and lead your praise.

Be always ready to reply

When asked if you have faith, and why.

To tell your story short and sweet

That they, in you, the Lord would meet.

Monday

Lord, if you find some faith in me,

Then come and stay awhile

Refuse not hospitality,

Nor think it any trial.

For love in me was born anew

When forth Your Spirit came

That breath of life and morning dew

A zeal and holy flame.

I count it joy to serve some way,

And share in what You do.

How else can simple ones repay

Such love that came from You?

Tuesday

So what must I do to be saved,

What trial or path must be braved?

These words echo through, everything that we do

If His love, on our hearts, is engraved.

Encountering love has its way

Of destroying our rules of the day.

In an instant we see, just how wrong we can be,

And the errors of our foolish way.

Just how could we all be so blind?

What folly before filled the mind?

When pride is the king, like a bird we will sing,

At the bugs and the worms that we find.

But that's not the food that we need,

And that's not the way we should feed.

For the greatest and least, should all come to the feast,

And dine at a Banquet indeed!

Wednesday

You worship a One yet unknown,

In spite of the seeds I have sown.

Wake up and see now, that this God is somehow

The One and the true God alone.

You've known it since you were a youth

That all goodness depends on the truth.

So why give your time to a word with no rhyme,

But follow me now to the proof.

Don't simply ignore and just say,

"I'll listen on some other day."

For the Son has been sent, and He called to repent!

The time's not afar, but today!

Thursday

If we only knew

The glory of the King

And had a faith that grew

To light of glory bring.

No more the words a riddle,

or distant land above.

No more a place to fiddle,

But place to learn to love.

Each syllable a morsel sweet,

Or bitter pill to take.

Each word a way to glory meet,

Or to our sin, awake.

So ponder well each word you read,

And sift it very well.

Come each day and richly feed,

And then to others tell.

Say not, my wisdom hasn't grown,

For true that well may be.

But to the simple I have shown

What wisdom cannot see.

Be docile and give time to hear

My wisdom every morn.

With discipline a soul draws near, 

And there is love reborn.

Friday

I ask for each a faith that's strong

For generations on and on.

That each may find the joy that comes

From raising pure and holy ones.

No greater joy can fill the heart

Than sharing with our God a part

Of shaping an immortal soul

To reach at last, the final goal.

A life eternal, bathed in love

The fruit and bountied produce of

A humble life and docile heart

That everyday takes up their part.

Saturday

Do I know the Spirit well?

Can those around, a difference tell?

Do I reflect the Father's love,

Or draw their thoughts to One above?

Help me Lord to change my mind

To one where love, is there enshrined.

Where I will think of others first,

And find my love of self reversed.