11/1/20 Through 11/7/20

 11/1/20 Through 11/7/20

Sunday

Within Your eye Lord, who am I

That You should mind for me?

What answer why, Your Son should die

For sinners on the Tree?

The land of love, so far above

Our everyday routine.

The members of our home thereof,

By blood have been made clean.

Anew are born, the ones that mourn,

and blest the peaceful one,

But those who scorn, You sternly warn,

Beware of crooked fun.

For You have raised and highly praised

The humble, meek, and poor,

And left amazed, in flames that blazed,

The confident and sure.

Monday

All souls that leave in trust of Him

Will face the judgment for their sin.

That moment they will then decide

To choose the Lord, or choose their pride

We think the choice will be a breeze,

But choosing love ahead of ease

Is what we face here every day,

And often choose the darker way.

Attachments must be put aside

And love be ever amplified

To clearly hear the Master's voice,

And make that everlasting choice.

No sin too large, or fault too great

To seal our everlasting fate

If mercy we would simply plead,

And let the voice of Jesus lead.

Tuesday

Flesh became, the uncreated.

Love and care shown unabated.

How such Love could for the masses,

Come as man, the mind surpasses.

Yet as One both poor and weak,

So to every man could speak.

Not too fast, and not too slowly,

But to all, both rich and lowly.

Think of how He cares for you,

That such an act of love would do.

Inviting to His banquet feast,

The fringes and those thought as least.

Wednesday

The way to find yourself a saint,

Is do His will without complaint.

No arguing or bickering,

But trusting God in everything.

Then you may shine amid the dim,

And focus other eyes on Him.

That all may see it's not in vain

We run this race for Heaven's gain.

Poured out with nothing left to give,

We find the cross our way to live.

For sacrifice, to love, is key,

As all will someday come to see.

So now prepare to see that day,

Don't travel further on the way,

Lest unprepared, you face the King,

With nothing for an offering.

Thursday

Although there's billions here below,

Our God will intimately know

The inner heart, and soul's desire

To draw unto His cleansing fire.

Rejoicing comes in great supply

If only we would humbly try

To turn away from selfish sin,

And let the Lord of love come in.

A sheep returned is cause for joy,

No more the strictest law employ.

Repentance means a change has come.

One far from home returns a son.

Friday

Have I, as steward, squandered that

Which holiness provides,

And found myself one rich and fat

Where sinfulness resides?

The time is now for change to come,

No longer fooled by sin.

To sound aloud the signal drum,

And then new life begin.

For when the final day arrives

And we must give account,

The fruit of many sinful lives, 

To nothing will amount.

Then stirred by fear and panic of

Our rightful, just, reward,

We turn, at last, away from Love,

And to the ones deplored.

It needn't be that way you see,

If we just start to choose,

The way of light instead of night,

And wickedness, refuse.

So start today, and use each gift

As He would have it be.

Become one known for honest thrift,

A faithful devotee.

Saturday

One master only can we serve,

Though hard we try as I observe

To walk the fence and waiver not,

But find deceit is all we've got.

For true must mean in every way

Each act of ours throughout the day,

In light or dark must be the same,

Or all our acts are but for shame.