7/5/20 Through7/11/20

7/5/20 Through7/11/20

Sunday

Meekness is great strength controlled,

Restrained by love, by love consoled.

If yoked to Him, the burden's light

His meekness then becomes our might.

He wishes to reveal to all

The wonder of His loving call,

But only humble hear Him say,

"Come walk with Me, I am the Way."

Monday

They come to Him with certainty

To simply touch the hem.

Each confident He'll hear their plea,

And answer both of them.

So too, each day, should Him we seek

To heal and set us free.

When sky is dark and future bleak

His love, the cure for thee.

Tuesday

So many things that draw away

And offer pleasures for a day,

That titillate the senses here,

But to the Lord will not draw near.

The peace that comes from discipline

Will calm the savage beast within.

Will settle wild and raging seas,

And make the storm a gentle breeze.

Think not the word of God a ruse,

But make His way, the way you choose.

For who but He that forms the clay

Knows better how to smooth our way?

To bring His peace amid the storm,

To teach the soul, and heart to warm,

To give the strength to persevere,

And weary pilgrim mind to cheer?

Wednesday

To the sheep that lost their way

Bring about the light of day.

Call the ones that stray afar,

Let them know just who they are.

Nature darkened by their sin,

Snuffing out the light within.

Still, the soul can be restored,

Turning from, the sin abhorred.

Seek the meek and humble route,

Cast the pride and envy out.

Welcome in the love Divine,

Make the way of love be thine.

Thursday

How great the gift of mercy is!

To be forgiven, known as His.

The weak and helpless wretch I am,

Yet loved by God, the great I AM.

No sin can keep me far away

If I, but humbled, stop and pray

To ask for mercy once again,

And see my sins forgiven then.

So too must I not take offense,

But spread His mercy there, and whence

I do, I find, a lasting peace,

A harmony to never cease.

Friday

Only One has power to save.

Only One to free the slave.

Only One to prosper man.

No other god of pagans can.

Saturday

What ere You say, my Lord, I'll do

If You but keep me close to You.

This weak unworthy servant pleas

That You, my God, I'd somehow please.

So many times each day I fall,

But still, I try to hear Your call.

To make my will, with Your's align,

And drink that bitter cup of Thine.

Great fear disturbs my peace of mind,

That in some trial I would find

My faith mere words, and fail to raise

My voice in humble songs of praise,

That I would hear that final day,

"I never knew you, go away."

Then all my hope would be devoid,

And all my dreams be thus destroyed.

Have mercy, mercy, mercy, Lord!

Oh, spare me of my just reward!

Let me be a slave for Thee,

So far above a king for me.