11/15/20 Through 11/21/20

 11/15/20 Through 11/21/20

Sunday

I pray that I may someday see

That God has worked quite well through me,

That light has shown in what I say

To lead folks on the narrow way.

For though the way be hard and long,

He grants us joy to be our song.

In spite of trials daily faced,

We find our lives are richly graced.

Monday

The babe, in peace, upon the breast

So sweet a place to find their rest.

Creator of the sea and sky,

In Mary's tender arms did lie.

Oh Mother Mary, comfort me,

In spite of blindness, let me see

How Love was humbled there to be

The Savior of humanity.

By faith, the eye be opened wide

To see our Savior, King, and guide,

To call the sinner to repent,

And then for others, to be sent.

Tuesday

We sicken Him who made us all

By failing to receive His call.

Yet still, He wishes to recline,

And with repentant sinners, dine.

Not turned away when we repent,

But filled with grace and onward sent,

To show that life can be made new

If we just hear, and follow You.

The hour and the day be known

To only God and God alone.

So ready make your soul to hear

That final call both loud and clear.

Wednesday

What glory and eternal praise

The saints and angels then shall raise.

The host in heaven bows and prays

In worship for unending days.

So see beyond the world of pride,

And glimpse upon the other side.

Reliance on the self will show

How little all the prideful know.

To serve, the greatest call for men,

An honor and a privilege when

We bow before the throne in praise,

With hearts and holy hands we raise.

Thursday

If only we knew what makes for peace

All greed and selfishness would cease.

The Lamb once slain, we'd see as King, 

And seek to all our family bring

The peace that God alone can give

And teach them how on earth to live.

The Cross a horrid sign of love,

Yet chosen by our God above

To far transcend the mortal mind,

So peace we could, in trial, find,

And know in confidence and grace,

He leads us to His dwelling place.

So gird your loins, strap on a belt.

Where grief and sorrow great are felt,

Where darkness seems to rule the day,

And obstacles are in the way,

Be comforted amid your loss,

And gaze upon that loving Cross.

Friday

Lord, cleanse this temple, drive away

All thoughts of greed or lust today.

May here be found, no trace of sin,

And welcome be, Your Spirit in.

How sweet the taste of love can be,

But sour when You call on me

Tp speak Your word amid the crowd,

And make my faith be known out loud.

For persecution surely comes

To all of Your most favored ones.

Chastising them a little now,

To give eternal life somehow.

Your words are true, and ways are sure

For those who will, their cross endure,

Will find that on the other side

Their mortal flesh is glorified.

Saturday

The Mother's beauty, always there.

Her eyes aglow and face so fair.

Her voice a sweetness to the ear

Dispelling doubt, and useless fear.

The Chosen One, unstained, conceived.

With all her heart and soul believed

The Father's will far greater still,

And offered all, to that fulfill.

No treasure man has ere conceived

Transcends the grace that she received.

The Ark that carried One Divine,

Our God Himself, our Fruitful Vine.