9/20/20 Through 9/26/20

 9/20/20 Through 9/26/20

Sunday

Thank you, Lord, so many ways

For blessings granted all my days.

For parents kind and loving, strong

Who gave their best and suffered long.

For siblings too, the first of friends,

And every gift the Father sends.

A loving wife to care for me,

And every blessing sent from Thee.

A progeny that loves the Lord

And work that helps me to afford

To raise them well and share a bit

With those I know, less fortunate.

Monday

To walk with Him through every day

And hear His guidance on the way.

To clearly recognize when heard, 

And learn to act upon His word,

Is what Apostles learned to do 

As they passed on the word to you.

Be grateful now for what was done

As they wrote down about the Son,

The stories that we read today

To learn about His loving way.

They gave their lives so we could know

The Shepherd, and which way to go.

Tuesday

To hear and act upon the Word

Will make the humble cries be heard.

No complex formula to know,

Just listen for His voice and go.

Wednesday

As Pio went about his day

The wounds of Christ were on display

In willingness to suffer long

That many sinners turn from wrong.

So too, our lives were meant to be

A sign for those in dark to see,

That draws the sinner to repent,

And then to listen and be sent.

Help me to grow in love and see

The path that God marks out for me.

In courage, then myself to bring

To just embrace my suffering.

Thursday

All things in life are vanity,

But oh, how slow, our eyes to see.

The gaping hole we long to fill 

Requires trust and Godly skill.

The only One to satisfy

We'd find if we would self deny,

And cast our gaze eternally

Upon the blessed Trinity.

For there in Him, we find our home

No more to wander or to roam,

But fullness in the light of grace.

A calm and peaceful dwelling place.

Friday

How vain and empty seems it all

When selfishness and pride befall.

For in the self no love endures,

And all indulgence never cures.

The only way for love to stay,

Is suffer well and give away.

The gifts received were meant to share,

And show the brethren how we care.

Fear not of ever running low.

By giving well we come to know

What's shared is multiplied in time

By He who shifts the paradigm.

Saturday

How fleeting here, this life of mine,

But that's the Savior's grand design.

To focus me on what's beyond,

And let me see what love has spawned.

A life eternal, there to know,

In peace and harmony to grow

Forever closer to the light,

Abandoning the dark of night.

So let me leave behind my sin,

And to His presence, enter in.

While here below, we too can find

The bread on which the angels dined.