11/22/20 Through11/28/20

 11/22/20 Through11/28/20

Sunday 

When Christ shall come, the morn shall rise

And dark be overcome.

The veil be lifted, clear the skies,

And loudly sound the drum.

The scattered sheep be gathered in,

And rescued be the stray,

For now, is judgment of the sin,

That fearful, final day.

When now be known our every sin,

Or kindness left undone.

Our hope is but that Mercy win,

And each be named a son.

But unrepentant goats will be

Cast out to lands below,

And humble servants then shall see 

Their God they long to know.

Monday

She offered all she had to give,

All that on which she had to live.

And trusting in the Master's care

She hesitated not to share.

For love outweighs the riches here.

No wealth of earth be held so dear

As that which lies beyond the grave,

And that which holds the pow'r to save.

Tuesday

Chastised a little, greatly blest

The faithful servant passed the test.

That fateful day was thus endured,

And life eternal, thus secured.

In days of ease and times of wealth,

In youthful vigor, and good health,

We seldom think of how we'll be

When facing our eternity.

But age creeps in by subtle ways,

Then aches and pains soon fill our days,

And then through cloudy eyes we see,

We're unprepared eternally.

So we must learn before too late

To suffer well and compensate

For all the many failings when

The easy way we chose again.

Give grace to those though old and gray

Who want to find the narrow way,

To raise their daily cross and find

Acceptance and some peace of mind.

A martyr great, they may not be,

But one like holy ones, we see

Embracing all the Lord allows,

And using grace that He endows.

Wednesday

Worthy of some persecution,

Maybe even execution.

Such is what we're called to be

If truly we belong to Thee.

Chastised yes, but unrepentant,

To the clueless and the stray sent

To reveal the truth and see

How much this Jesus means to thee.

No worries then how to defend,

Upon the Spirit, you'll depend.

He will grant a wisdom then

To marvel kings, and baffle men.

Thursday

The final days, a dreaded thought,

No more is ease or plenty bought.

The wealth that hid our sinful ways

Is of no use those final days.

The lies now caged, then truth be known,

With lust and greed then overthrown,

No more shall evil ways pollute,

But freed, the poor and destitute.

The wedding invitations sent

To those, in sorrow, who repent.

Who come once stained, but washed in blood,

Who weathered every storm and flood.

For some be terror, fear, and fright,

For those who made their wrong seem right.,

But for the meek and humble poor,

Now endless peace and love secure.

Friday

The end be drawing nearer still

The signs are all about.

Yet wise and learned often will

Have chose another route.

To where it leads, the truth be known,

The sane would never go.

For there, are seeds of hatred grown,

And everyone's a foe.

Be not a fool, but read the signs

That call us to repent.

Be sure your way, with His aligns,

And be your time well spent.

Saturday

That day will come for every man,

Be vigilant and pray.

Not one escaped since time began,

The faithful and the stray.

So gird your loins, take courage now,

Be faithful, and be true.

May God, with you, the strength endow

To stand, and love pursue.