7/26/20 Through 8/1/20

7/26/20 Through 8/1/20

Sunday

According to His purpose called,

In high or lowly place installed,

Each man a purpose to fulfill

According to the Master's will.

So help each one respond to grace

And find, in You, their rightful place.

Grant them the wisdom needed most

To daily, with Your Word, be dosed.

Each day a vista opens wide

And grace pours forth from opened side,

To light the way for one day more,

And greater depths of love explore.

Monday

You made this nation close to Thee,

This land of brave, and home of free.

In wisdom, founded on the Rock,

To glory see, and grace unlock.

But freedom misconstrued in time

With slowly shifting paradigm,

Freedom now enslaves the masses.

Lawlessness, for freedom, passes.

Those truly free, though still can see

What freedom's lot was meant to be;

The right to do what's right for all,

Is freedom's true, unselfish call.

A good for nothing land we'll be

If freedom's judged for only me.

A land where chaos reigns as king;

A land enslaved by useless bling.

Tuesday

For lack of love, the tears will flow.

The dead abound where ere we go.

Have all the chosen turned away,

To other gods along the way?

Even now, the chosen few

Are lax in how they worship You.

We give what's left, to please the King,

Instead of giving everything.

It's only with great trust in You,

And grace accepted that we do

A single thing to bear some seeds

When growing here among the weeds.

But harvest time will come someday

And until then, our lot's to pray

That tears may turn the weeds to wheat

Before they face the judgment seat.

Wednesday

Called to serve in varied ways

One who works, and one who prays.

By love, if each is sanctified

Then love has each just satisfied.

The goal: with Him, to thus abide

And put all lesser goals aside

For union with our God and King

Is what we seek in everything.

At times to listen quietly,

At times to quickly run and see.

The key is but to seek His voice

And make His will your every choice.

Thursday

Some things I think I understand

Yet verses some, no more than scanned.

Obscure to me, the meaning there 

No matter how I sit and stare.

Lord, open wide my eyes to see,

My ears to listen well to Thee.

And help my simple mind to share,

The meaning of what's written there.

Then let me draw on all I know

To somehow well Your meaning show.

That I may share my little light,

And chase the darkness of the night.

Friday

In Your great love, Lord answer me

Let all I ask, be none but Thee.

Have mercy on my lack of trust,

Turn not away in Your disgust.

Your servant's weak and feeble, Lord.

A voice that's loud, by most ignored.

A hypocrite in many ways,

Yet begging mercy, when he prays.

Holy Spirit, rescue me

Make me the man I ought to be.

Help me use the grace You give,

That in Your presence, I may live.

Let me deny this body now

With discipline and strength somehow.

For I am weak, but Thou art strong.

Have mercy Lord!  My constant song.

Saturday

For speaking truth, he lost his head

The prophet now, at last, was dead.

Their wickedness went unrestrained

But what, at last, have now they gained?

Just take some time to meditate

On every act of greed and hate... 

No winners but the martyrs who

Were faithful, righteous, good, and true.

As evil is, it breeds the more,

With lust and murder, rape and war,

But love survives in spite of these,

And even chained, the heart it frees.