1/17/21 Through 1/23/21

 1/17/21 Through 1/23/21

Sunday

No word He spoke without effect

For through His soul the Spirit swept.

The voice of God he clearly heard,

And passed along His every word.

The Baptist too would listen well,

And of the true Messiah tell.

Revealed to him from in the womb,

But now attaining fuller bloom.

Our task the same as Sam or John.

To pass His sacred word along.

To wait, and at the ready be,

When Christ Himself would call on me.

Monday

The fasting shows our longing to

Be clean and fit for You

Through discipline we men pursue

A dwelling fit for You.

But flesh is that which knows decay

And constant is the bout

To train it in the proper way,

And weed the rotten out.

Our great High Priest has entered in,

And torn the veil away.

So now, to Him, could man begin

Directly now to pray.

Tuesday

This hope which I possess,

This anchor for my soul,

The name which I confess,

My one and final goal.

No emptiness His promise,

This hope of life anew.

Relying only on this,

No word of His untrue.

So stand your ground, be resolute,

Let nothing change your mind.

Turn not away from this pursuit,

Or peace you will not find.

Wednesday

So many withered hands these days

Cannot be raised in joyful praise.

For jealousy and hatred rules

Those thought so wise, but really fools.

Why look and call the Truth a lie?

Why claim that Love itself must die?

What gain is had when Good is gone,

When all is dark and never dawn?

The withered heart and soul renew

With every joint and muscle too.

Let all I have be joyful praise

As on the Cross of Love, I gaze.

No other ere so kind and true,

No other with such love for you.

Though wicked men may rule the days,

Their dreaded Cross, True Love displays.

Thursday

His perfect holy sacrifice

Before, by man unknown,

Is that which truly paid the price

To bring the wayward home.

No other priestly offering

Could mend the great divide,

And so they kept recurring, 

Until the Sinless died.

And now He intercedes for us

Before the Father's throne.

The Great High Priest that died for us

To bring the wayward home.

So now I say repenting of

My many dreadful sins.

I come to do the will of Love,

Who my salvation wins.

Friday

He summoned twelve to do the job

Of spreading His Good News.

No man of fame, or wealthy snob,

But folk like me and you.

His law be written in the mind,

Engraved upon the heart.

The ones obedient will find

That God will not depart.

Forgiving of our evil ways

This covenant anew,

Will lead us to the latter days

When all we seek is You.

We too are called to spread the word,

Disciples, all to make.

Till every man on earth has heard,

And in new life partake.

Saturday

The ones, you'd think, that knew Him well

Would not attempt, His word to quell.

But much resistance comes from those

Like family, so well, He knows.

You too may find beloved ones,

A place where rank and envy runs.

For those familiar lose respect,

And often will, the word reject.