12/20/20 Through 12/26/20

 12/20/20 Through 12/26/20

Sunday

His way so far above our own,

He uses man to make it known.

The weak and frail, the humble poor,

The ones you'd think would fail for sure.

But victor is the shepherd boy,

And virgin would the snake destroy.

We too could win in every way,

If we just listen and obey.

Monday

A love the mind cannot conceive

Is given those who will receive

His word and treasure deeply there

This love that's far beyond compare.

Patience we must have to see

The glory of the Trinity

And those in faithful service learn

That giving all will give return.

Tuesday

Lord, I offer here this day

All that I have in every way.

Take what You will, but leave me this,

Your love alone, do not dismiss.

For all I have has come from You

And all I have is but Your due.

For You have given all to me,

And all I have is naught but Thee.

May this soul exalt Your name

Be ever here and ever same

The always loving, always good,

Who gave Himself upon the wood.

Wednesday

Just how does the prophet see?

What gift from above has he?

Even when in the womb, the gift comes to bloom,

And heralds One coming to thee.

Would that I be such as he,

So attentive, and clearly to see

In the course of each day, how He shows me the way,

And act on the gifts given me.

Each man is unique, that is clear.

And all have been called to draw near.

In their various ways, a symphony plays

When allowing the leader to steer.

So worry not what you should do

Just be ready in any way to

Play your note there in time, and don't worry of rhyme,

The Conductor knows far more than you.

Thursday

A house of proper form and place

Exceeds what simple minds embrace

For how could He who made the skies

Be held in such a dim disguise?

Instead, a house He builds for thee

That down along your family tree

Shall come the morning dawn of grace

When God Himself inhabits space.

Far greater than a house of gold

That man can actually behold

The God of all in time and space

Who makes our hearts His dwelling place.

But in the town called "House of Bread"

Laid in a trough where cattle fed

There lies the Bread of Life Divine

That comes to feed this heart of mine.

Lord grant my house would ever be

A house of love to welcome Thee

That down through ages yet to pass

A house of gold, my house surpass.

Friday

A Savior still, we need this day

So many here have lost their way. 

They cling to sin, although it's fake

And wrong to right, they try to make.

They look upon a manger scene

Yet fail to its importance glean

That God Himself, as babe was born

Of spotless Virgin on this morn.

Break through this year, the bonds of sin.

Let men now welcome Jesus in

That those we see but twice a year

Be closer drawn, and to Thee near.

Friday Evening Adoration

A little bit of bread we see

But far more is that bit for me.

A path of holiness to tread

When feasting on that sacred Bread.

Each morn I rise to take it in

To wash away my venial sin

That I might start the day anew

And see it from the Father's view.

Saturday

He that endures will be saved,

With blood, the martyr's way paved.

St. Stephen the proto, showed how we should all go.

In peace and love, he behaved.

May our lives be models of his

Giving answers whenever they quiz.

Showing love as we go, so the pagan will know,

Our God is this Jesus who lives.