6/21/20 Through 6/27/20

6/21/20 Through 6/27/20

Sunday

Each day He bids us, "Have no fear,

Despite the consequence severe."

Though hoards be overwhelming you,

In trial, does great strength accrue.

Approval of the masses deigns

To make us strive for earthly gains,

To make us listen to their shout,

And cast the loving whisper out.

What Calvary has shown so plain,

Is earth has naught for man to gain.

True life is in the Father's will,

Including when there's blood to spill.

For resurrection comes to all

And when it does, He'll then recall

Who followed Him and suffered well,

And those who chose the path to hell.

Monday

Not just the speck, but too the beam,

Remove them both for Love's esteem.

See how far, in sin, we've strayed

And how that sin, on life, has weighed.

A damper to restrict the flame

This attitude of slur, and blame.

So take some time to see anew,

The one annoying, much like you.

Tuesday

The narrow gate my destiny.

Come take my hand and walk with me.

The way be narrow, steep and long,

But there the place where I belong.

Inviting, broad, and clear the way

For those refusing to obey,

But in the end, destruction find

For those with none, but self in mind.

The Golden Rule will guide the feet

For those upon their way to greet

Their Maker, Lord, and Sovereign King,

Of whom the choirs of angels sing.

Wednesday

Each one a task, from birth, assigned.

A task within His plan entwined.

Some obscure and hard to find.

Some more clear and well-defined.

But in each one, His holy will,

A way to challenge, and to thrill.

A new adventure every day,

When we but follow in His way.

And with each day that passes by

To love Him more, must surely try.

With Him increasing day by day,

And me decreasing on the way.

Thursday

Thy will be done, the special key

For simple folk like you and me.

Not miracles and prophecy,

But have I done, that asked of me?

Obedience will trump the rest

When standing for our final test.

He cares not, for our resume,

But cares, how well did we obey.

Friday

Each sin to further exile leads,

And jaws of deadly trap it feeds. 

The walls of safety crumble down,

Where evil, in the heart, is found.

The desert dry and parched becomes

The home of sinful, exiled ones.

And there the miseries extend

As long as sinners, sin defend.

But if the sinner turns away,

And in humility, would pray,

The Lord will heal, and bind the wound.

And make his heart, to love, attuned.

His will is always, reconcile,

If we but stop, and think awhile.

And mercy always floods the soul

That humbly asks, to be made whole.

Saturday

The little ones, they suffer so,

But eyes are turned so we don't know.

The ones that should protect and serve

Are lazy, or just lost their nerve.

The victim in so many crimes

Is overlooked, so many times.

The bigger, stronger, get their way,

But little ones are left to pay.

Dismembered like a piece of meat,

The tiny hands, and precious feet

Will never find their way on earth,

Denied the chance to come to birth.

The pawns of parents in divorce

Their care, the judgment of the courts.

Security destroyed for these

As mom and dad do as they please.

Pornography another way

The weaker one is left to pay.

Abused and treated as some toy

The evil ones can just destroy.

The only One to set them free

Says, "Let the children come to Me."

And He bestows His gift of grace

With tender touch, and warm embrace.

So fear not, even in such times

Our God will one day, right the crimes.

And those who suffered so will see

Their loving God eternally.