2/7/21 Through 2/13/21

 2/7/21 Through 2/13/21

Sunday

Very early in morning, long before dawn,

In silence, the word of the Father will spawn.

Directing the actions we have for the day,

Speaking quite clearly if only we pray.

The woman in bed had to rise to be cured.

Every trial we face be embraced and endured.

For hope is the anchor that strengthens the soul,

Perseverance through trial our duty and goal.

Monday

The heavens and the earth were made

By love so far and wide.

The sun and moon and stars arrayed,

His glory to provide.

So vast the mind can't comprehend

The wonders He has wrought.

Our God without begin or end

The love of man has sought.

For sin has sickened purest love,

And dimmed the eyes of man,

That man is blind to marvels of

His grand, amazing plan.

So scurry to and fro to find

The One who heals the soul.

Forgiving all our sins that bind,

To heal and make us whole.

Tuesday

God's word is nullified by men

When following their rules again

Instead of what the Word has said

Or where the Spirit's will has led.

Wednesday

Defiled by the things within

A lack of love, the source of sin.

Licentiousness and greed have shown

The fruits that all our sins have sown.

Creation's good, all foods are clean.

See here the crux of what I mean.

The ones that choose the way of sin

Have love cast out and evil in.

Thursday

Naked without shame they walked

Amid the Garden as they talked.

The peaceful complementary pair

That God had placed together there.

Yet evil lurked within with lies,

And stole the innocence of eyes.

Then lost, the Garden's peace and rest,

No more this place of calm possessed.

Yet God forgave the sin of man,

And worked for all a greater plan.

That through a virgin pure and rare

He'd demonstrate His loving care.

Her yes, at every single turn,

For man, a saving love would earn.

Redemption through this humble bride,

No favor asked by her denied.

Oh make my heart with yours accord

That God be evermore adored,

And in your garden find my rest

In peace at your abundant breast.

Friday

Ephphatha, be opened wide,

Receive the word of God inside.

Be loosed the tongue made stiff by sin,

Welcome now God's Spirit in.

The Garden gates once sealed by sin

Again will welcome mankind in,

When on the cross the Perfect Lamb

Is offered to the Great I AM.

So open wide the door to Christ

Immortal soul, quite highly-priced.

Your vindication here below,

Is to His holy scriptures know.

Be opened to be filled by One

Who freely gave His only Son,

That once again the Garden be

A place for sinners saved like me.

Saturday

The story of the fall from grace,

Our exile from that perfect place,

Plays out in every single soul

That turns from He that makes us whole.

Remember well when first you turned

How good it looked, but then you learned,

The promised joy was empty then,

But still, you tried that sin again.

So foolish and naive is man

To work against the Father's plan.

For on the Cross is purest love

The greatest proof and signing of

The love of God for man below,

The gift of self, so all would know.

Yet somehow still we fail to see

In giving, man is truly free.

Lord, change my heart, remove the guile.

Teach me to sit with You awhile,

And listen to Your loving word

That heretofore, I haven't heard.

The truth within, before awaits,

But with his lies, the Devil baits,

And mocks me every time I fall

By turning from Your loving call.

No more, I pray, would folly win,

But rather, love would conquer sin,

And eyes be opened well to see

How great the Father's love for me.