6/14/20 Through 6/20/20

6/14/20 Through 6/20/20

Sunday

True body and true blood,

My soul and spirit flood.

Transport by grace to sacred space

Let faith within me bud.

Far more than eye can see,

Within the host is Thee.

A light has shone, before unknown,

Our faith alone is key.

So few can see the mercy there,

The love of God, beyond compare.

That from the bread, the soul is fed.

No mercy did He spare.

Lord, help my unbelief

From error, grant relief.

Let love enfold, and me behold

Your sorrow and Your grief.

Monday

In peace, the evil is destroyed.

With love, the peace is then enjoyed.

Resisting not the plots of man,

But loving more when ere we can.

For love has conquered every sin,

And ushered loving-kindness in.

So how the pagans, Christians know,

Is how they love each other so.

In suffering is love fulfilled

When doing as the Father willed.

By earthly view, a stumbling block,

Pure madness to a scattered flock.

The Shepherd's way has proven though,

The way for chosen hearts to go.

For dying to the self will lead,

To verdant pastures where they feed.

Tuesday

So little love is shown

Where self has overgrown,

Where patience flies away,

Destroying what we say.

With little things annoyed,

And peacefulness destroyed,

Repent and find anew

The path that's meant for you.

A splinter weighs you down.

One laugh would make you frown.

A thorn you share, but near despair.

Impatience your renown.

Wednesday

The will of God my chore to know

And graces use, that from Him, flow.

For from His heart the waters spring

That give us strength for anything.

The rays of light that from Him shine

Are rays of mercy, love divine.

That strengthen weak and feeble minds,

In sufferings of varied kinds.

I search to know His Spirit well

And then, to others, gladly tell

Of how He cares for simple ones,

And treats them as adopted sons.

So we must seek His face to know

The way that each should boldly go,

And humbly seek His holy will 

To be our food and daily fill.

Thursday

There before us, hidden well 

Within the story scriptures tell,

A message deep and so profound

That God, by man, could there be found.

The One we deign so far away

Comes close to men, if they but pray.

He cares about their every need

And grants them finest wheat as feed.

His offer to the least of men

Is be their rock and fortress when

The storms of life destroy their peace,

And threats of evil men increase.

The Father's love is oh, so grand!

But few take time to understand,

To stop and let His word be found

Amidst a tiny whisper sound.

The dead be raised and waters split,

By those obedient to it.

Each day He comes and safely leads 

The one, with finest wheat, He feeds.

So stop each day and ponder well

These stories that the scriptures tell.

And there you'll find, that love so grand,

If you but let your heart expand.

Friday

Oh, heart of love, oh Sacred Heart,

To me, Your boundless love impart.

No other heart could so endure

Our sin's atrocious, burning cure.

Enfold me in that love Divine

And change this sinful heart of mine.

Let mercy, as a river flow,

And love for all, within me grow.

Oh holy lance, that pierced His side,

Become for me a faithful guide.

To find the love and mercy there,

And turn my back on bleak despair.

No words describe such burning love,

The flaming brand, of God above.

Revealed in horror, thieves between,

Yet three days hence, alive was seen.

Saturday

Oh heart so pure, beyond all gold,

Grant me the grace to Thee behold.

To marvel at your boundless yes,

And find some way, to love, express.

Such purity unknown to me,

But somehow still, I'm drawn to thee.

So hard for sin to understand

How vast the gifts that God has planned.

But you above all creatures blest

Respond to grace, and host the Guest.

The Maker of the sea and sky,

The humble Son of God Most High.

Through all grace, to man, will flow.

That we might come, our God, to know.

And someday with new eyes made pure,

See beauty that our sins obscure.