9/13/20 Through 9/19120

 9/13/20 Through 9/19120

Sunday
So much relies on how you love
Forgiving as our God above

Releasing anger, wrath, and pain,

With peace and harmony to gain.

You've seen what Christ has done for you,

So also must, you brothers do.

To love enough to suffer well

And seeds of discontent dispel.

For only when the heart is clean

Is love in all its fullness seen.

Then, Christlike, every man become

With sin and self, thus overcome.

Monday

The greatest sign of love, the cross.

The greatest gift of love, His loss.

A sign confounding to the wise,

Yet understood by children's eyes.

When contemplated, simple see

The essence of reality.

The erudite, for all he knows,

Cannot convey the love it shows.

A sign for masses 'round the globe

A light that in each heart will probe

To depths unknown by mortal man

Since 'fore the day when time began.

That horrid cross, that sign of sin,

That blessed cross, our ticket in,

Where charity holds greatest sway,

Where love and mercy rule the day.

Tuesday

For lack of love the mother cries

For callous hearts, tears flood their eyes.

The mother sees what love is lost,

How terrible, what sin has cost.

Her tears can soften hardened ground,

And help repentance then be found.

Forgiveness for our ways of sin,

And mercy where revenge had been.

A turning from the self within

Exposing the results of sin.

Bearing yet another thorn

Mending that which evil's torn.

Let your tears upon me flow

Let your depth of love, me know.

Make my heart with yours accord

Make your Son my King, and Lord.

Wednesday

Love divine, all loves excelling

Far above our earthly minds.

Hesitance and fear dispelling

Close to Thee, a cord that binds.

Selflessness and pure compassion

Signs of Your unfailing love.

Drained of life, a face that's ashen,

Emptied here yet filled above.

Grant this frail and weakly sinner

Grace to take that final stride.

Let me join that bountied dinner,

There with You my trusted guide.

Lead me onward into glory

Face to face with purest light

Be the hero of my story,

Put an end to darkest night.

Thursday

Father, by great love forgiven

Tears to flow as heart will mend.

From my life, be evil driven,

From corruption, me defend.

Like the woman with the ointment,

Costly gifts may I provide.

Sin my greatest disappointment,

Each a worthless folly tried.

Only love can fill the empty,

Only love can satisfy.

Love forgives, and now defends thee,

Grace dispensed to fortify.

What a God, so kind and giving,

What a gift, to know His Son!

Praise Him for my sins forgiving,

Praise Him for His vict'ry won!

Friday

What is the point, unless we rise?

Was Christ our King a man of lies?

No point in all His suffering,

If not to endless life to bring.

If evidence is needed see

The many witnesses of He

That saw the One they crucified,

And even probed His hands and side.

Saturday

For once a seed, a seed I sow,

That many here on earth would know

The King and Master Sower there

Whose love is far beyond compare.

A harvest rich I pray He grant

From every single seed I plant.

None scorched for lack of deeper root,

Each one a seed that bears much fruit.

None plucked up by the birds of prey,

Or choked by thorns along the way,

But each in soft and fertile ground,

From each a bountied harvest found.