5/31/20 Through 6/6/20

5/31/20 Through 6/6/20

Sunday

Holy Spirit, Love Divine,

Enter in this heart of mine.

Take my lips and make them sing, 

Praise unto the Godhead bring.

Prophesy through humble ones,

Make the orphaned, blessed sons.

Bounty of the gifts we seek,

Be the strength of all the weak.

Make the simple servant wise,

Grant them sight, to see the prize.

Courage give the coward now,

Make the feeble bold somehow.

Come ignite the fire in me,

Shine Your light that I may see.

Make of me Your temple blest,

Within my heart take up Your rest.

Monday

Blood and water from His side,

The final gift of Passiontide.

Death and life in both of these,

His final gift, these sacred keys.

The blood His sacrifice for sin,

The lamb must die to enter in.

The perfect and unblemished Lamb,

The  Son of God, the great I AM.

From Adam's opened side arose

A race of man that freely chose

To walk their way apart from love,

And separate from God above.

New life, though from the water springs,

And to the desert land it brings

The light of love to heal mankind

And give new sight to all the blind.

Tuesday

Each sin is but a grace refused

A gift of virtue left unused.

Where sin abounds the grace is more,

For sin is but an empty store.

The wisdom thought so clever there

Produces but an empty snare.

For truth is substance plainly seen,

And falsehood but a trap that's clean.

The grace abounds to do the good

And use it, every person should.

But many graces left unused,

And sin again somehow excused.

Lord, keenly make my heart aware

Of when Your grace is offered there,

And help me choose forevermore

Your grace, above an empty store.

Wednesday

Have we not also been misled?

Have we not had our passions fed,

By ways of flesh that cloud the mind

And make the truth so hard to find?

The key is where the Savior walked

In how He lived, and how He talked.

A unity that's found in few

But one, I pray, is found in you.

A willingness to suffer well

And by a steadfast faith to tell

The promise of what lies ahead,

Is that on which our faith is fed.

A will to suffer, come what may.

In hopes that love unbound would sway

A callous heart to turn around,

So love and truth could then be found.

Thursday

His love the very source of life

Reflected by the man and wife.

Self-giving union there begets

New life a mother ne'er forgets.

For love, all that exists was made.

To love, each one on earth is bade.

For love, the highest call, it's said

Is that which raises from the dead.

Friday

The word confounds the earthly wise,

Yet opens wide the humble eyes.

We clearly see in pages there

His mercy and His loving care.

A lamp unto the feet of man,

A window to Your holy plan.

A comfort in my darkest hour,

A view of Your resplendent pow'r.

How little Jesus, still I know.

So far exceeding, do You go.

Beyond my simple intellect,

In blinding rays of light bedecked.

One simple ray just grant to me

And light the way to set me free

From darkness and my sinful way

Then lead me to the light of day.

Saturday

A dryness in prosperity

Might help the wealthy man to see

Just where the key to comfort lies,

And what a faithful spirit buys.

A peace the world cannot give

A trusting, humble way to live.

In generosity is known

The wealth, the widow's mite has shown.