3/14/21 Through 3/20/21

 3/14/21 Through 3/20/21

Sunday

The Sabbaths lost must be retrieved,

No longer children, be deceived,

But listen when the prophet speaks,

And see yourself in his critiques.

When Moses lifted serpent high,

The people looked, but didn't die.

So too, the darkest hour of death, 

When lifted high, our saving breath.

So shine upon the cross your light,

Dispel the shadows of the night.

Prefer the loving light of day

To find the Life, and Truth, and Way.

Monday

It's faith, we need to see the signs.

It's faith, that through the darkness shines.

A trust in love that never ends,

A trust that on His word depends.

The miracles won't change the mind

Of those who choose to be so blind,

That love they fail to recognize

When right before their very eyes.

Tuesday

From the Temple water flows.

The Lord of all, all motives knows.

No need to wait on waters stirred

If we, the Master's voice have heard.

It's time to rise and walk upright,

To watch the demons all take flight

Who wish to keep us trapped in sin,

Who wish to our destruction win.

For water from the temple flows

And brings new life where ere it goes.

It waters trees that yield their fruit,

whose leaves can heal the blind and mute.

The water flowing from the side

Is mercy in a precious tide,

To cure the sick and raise the dead,

And keep His many children fed.

But we must wade within the flow

To all His tender mercies know.

And find within, His love Divine,

The source of life, our treasured Vine.

Wednesday

The babe and mother both have grown

Through time within the womb.

Distinct, but there together sewn,

A two-fold beauty bloom.

Could one forget the other so

All memory is gone,

Despite that many years ago,

Was quenched, the waking dawn?

The breast now longs to comfort give,

But none to suckle here.

The babe denied the chance to live

By selfishness and fear.

Though mothers may sometimes forget,

The Father never does.

His perfect love will this offset,

And right the wrong that was.

Thursday

Your word oh Lord, will guide my way

Not one forgotten, unfulfilled.

My light in darkness everyday,

The Rock upon my life I build.

The fruit of daily coming here

This tree may never know.

Like Promised Land afar off seen,

A glimpse, my Lord, please show.

Friday

Saint Joseph great protector,

So confident and pure,

On earth the great director,

To Christ, our Lord, mature.

The secret of Incarnate Word

Entrusted to your care.

Great honor on the earth deferred

For one so true and rare.

Obedience and trust your way

At every twist and turn.

His will you do without delay

And so, this honor earn.

The foster-father of our Lord,

A patron for all men.

A sacrificial love out-poured

Just like the Great Amen.

We call on you in time of need

In oh so many ways,

Then often you will far exceed,

And so, the soul amaze.

Saturday

No one ever spoke as He

Such power and authority!

With love the ever driving force

To stir within, a great remorse.

No scribe or Pharisee could show

Such love for ones they didn't know.

He touched the heart with every word

For those who listened well and heard.