10/11/20 Through 10/16/20

 10/11/20 Through 10/16/20

Sunday

So rich a feast prepared for me,

But as so many, did I see?

I had excuses every day,

For why I could not stop and pray.

A banquet there before me lay

Prepared afresh and new each day,

But cares of life would fill the mind,

And peace I sought, could never find.

One day a challenge came, you see,

Was Sunday quite enough for me, 

And did my heart of hearts believe

That Jesus Christ, I did receive?

The question there before me stood.

Excuses still, to find I could,

But only would I understand

If daily bread, for me, was planned.

I found within a little while

The bread could calm, and then beguile.

A word or two I'd hear each day,

To guide me on His narrow way.

I came at first, to just be fed,

But found at Mass, a banquet spread.

A feast of rich and juicy food,

Not wasted time, as many viewed.

So daily now, I come to feast,

And tame what's left of me as beast. 

This meal of true and living bread

Is how I live, and how I'm fed.

Monday

Three words to rule my every day

Three words to guide me on my way.

A simple way to freedom win,

Avoiding all the traps of sin.

Though many look for harder ways,

This simple rule will solve the maze.

Eternal life will come to these

Whose humble way, the Lord will please.

At judgment time the southern Queen

And Ninevites will then convene,

Condemning as they simply say,

"You failed to listen and obey."

Tuesday

The law within me be fulfilled

The word of God, through me distilled.

Where purified of all deceit

I find a life of love complete.

Cleanse me as I'm meant to be,

From inside out, so then I see

That love must rule in every way,

And guide the things I do today.

Wednesday

To crucify the flesh can be

The greatest act of love for me.

For when the flesh is crucified,

The Lord will then, His will confide.

Humility will pave the way

And change the logic of today,

To show that sacrifice is key

If we would all be one with Thee.

The tithe of mint and rue is good,

But more than that, the faithful should

Give up all selfish pride and sin,

To here on earth, new life begin.

Thursday

Doomed by woes, the Father knows

My weak and sinful soul.

So steeped in sin, how can I win?

What pow'r can make me whole?

It seems to me, the Godhead Three

Should clear and start again,

For what to me, I plainly see,

Is blindness ever when...

I look inside and find the tide

As clean and fresh as spring.

Then hear Him speak, and see how weak,

My soul, a filthy thing.

But Love somehow did humbly bow,

And die to save my soul.

To free the vile and reconcile,

To heal and make me whole.

So once again I thank Him then,

And praise His Holy Name.

Once touched and graced, my sins erased.

I'll never be the same!

Friday

Praise for fingers and for toeses,

For the earses and the noses.

Praise for soft and chubby cheeks,

For peek-a-boos, and hide-and-seeks.

So far above me,

Is the One who can see,

Who created the eye

That we use for I Spy.

The feet and the hands

That obey His commands

Are the ones who can see

Far beyond what is me.

The nails on the toes

And the hairs in the nose,

Have a purpose to fill

In accord with His will.

The design is all there,

From the feet to the hair,

From the shin to the chin

It's beyond all compare.

So praise the designer

Give glory to God

There's nothing more finer

Exalted or awed.

As bees go on buzzing 

And hummingbirds fly

I think what I wuzzing

Before and I cry.

Unaware of the greatness 

Of God that is He

Whose love and whose goodness

Has made you and me.

Saturday

Make me one to suffer well,

To choose the harder way and tell,

Of how his love has conquered all,

As One so great became so small.

One humbled in such cruel way,

Through meekness never met decay,

But rose on high that all should know,

The narrow way, the way to go.

Grant me the courage and the will

To face temptation, and then still,

Resist the urge of flesh to cave,

And choose the pow'r of love to save.