6/28/20 Through 7/4/20

6/28/20 Through 7/4/20

Sunday

Above all things, our love must be

For One we cannot touch or see.

For One who speaks in varied ways,

And grants His grace through all our days.

The world, with all its faithful turns,

And sun that ever faithful burns,

The seasons as they come and go,

All give us reasons, Him to know.

The Son was sent so long ago

To show us how to love and grow.

Then too, the Holy Spirit sent,

And sinful man called to repent.

The gift of faith was meant to be

The eyes through which our God we see.

The simple bread and wine we share

His presence with us, here declare.

Monday

Two pillars of the Church today

Are honored in this special way,

For stalwart faith to spread the news

To gentile pagans, and to Jews.

Each in their separate way proclaimed

The love of Christ, for which they're famed.

Each by the sacred bread was fed.

Each to a martyr's death was led.

In logic, one would think their Way

Would fall apart upon such day,

As pillars, two, are taken down,

But by their death, attain their crown.

No way to stop this wave of love

Began by One from up above,

Who came to call the sinner home

And offer man the true shalom.

Tuesday

The Word each morn, by me is read,

By finest wheat, each morn I'm fed.

Pure graces offered every day,

But many squandered on the way.

Oh Lord, be patient yet with me,

My helplessness, make plain to see.

That I might draw upon Your grace

In every time, at every place.

With courage to say, yes to You

Forsaking what, in sin, I do.

That I would just, in peace, obey

And follow in my Savior's way.

Wednesday

Seek the good that you may live

And keep the off'rings that you give.

No help is found in sacrifice,

And wisdom offers this advice:

To love the good and evil hate,

Let justice tend the entry gate.

No pleasure found in empty feasts

Where men behave like ugly beasts.

I listen not to noisy songs

That fill the void where love belongs.

The melodies musicians play

Persuade me not, to hear you pray.

But when the gift, is self, complete,

And Evil's dealt, a sound defeat,

Then Justice floods like surging sea,

And man becomes what meant to be.

Thursday

Correction is a goodly pain

That helps, to our redemption gain.

But we must hear with humble ears

Forsaking sin we've known for years.

So easily we insulate

And try, our sins, to vindicate.

But when correction comes we see

The one in sin, is truly me.

.Then we must choose to Thee obey,

Or stay along our sinful way.

To grace accept and be set free,

Or turn a prideful back to Thee.

Oh, help me choose the humble way,

Confess my sin, and learn to pray

As one whom Your forgiveness needs,

And simply tender mercies pleads.

Friday

Lord help the unbelieving heart,

To him, the grace of faith impart.

Restore the sight to blinded eyes,

Let him believe before he dies.

Let on earth, Your Kingdom come.

Let on earth, Your will be done.

Take away the shades of doubt,

Cast the lying demons out.

Come and be our Lord and God,

Let the faithless mind be awed.

Let Your wounds be wounds that heal,

Call the hungry to Your meal.

Bless the ones that do not see,

Give them faith, and trust in Thee.

Have them share the Word abroad,

That Jesus Christ, is Lord and God!

Saturday

New wine and skin together grow,

And there within the people know,

To keep the gift that's fresh renewed,

The skin must stretch, the wise conclude.

Unshrunken cloth will pull away

If we decide to not obey.

And all received be squandered then,

If we return to sin again.

New skins for wine that's fresh and new

Aware of grace when offered you.

A willing heart to Thee obey

Accepts each grace along the way.

No wine or skin be lost on me.

I pray, oh Lord, to be set free.

The narrow path of love to take

And to the endless light awake!