3/7/21 Through 3/13/21

 3/7/21 Through 3/13/21

Sunday

If you are to prosper,

My word must be your guide.

For it will in you foster

The things to make you wise.

A foolishness to many,

A weakness to the strong,

But wisdom sure and plenty

To prove the fools are wrong.

Your word a trusted favor,

Each one a ray of light.

A morsel we must savor,

Through morning, noon, and night.

More precious than the purest gold,

No honey as so sweet.

Though spoken in the days of old,

A timeless need they meet.

Forever true, forever just,

Refreshing to the soul.

Your perfect law, if all would trust,

Would heal and make us whole.

Monday

The leper, Naaman restored

By Israel's unfailing Lord.

The pagan blest in time of need,

By simply paying rightful heed

To what was spoken in His name,

Unto this Syrian of fame

The Jordan seven times would see

The hopeful trust he placed in Thee.

We too must hearken to the word

That in our time is often heard.

Then we would find a healing too,

If we just listen well to you.

Tuesday

In the furnace fate befalling,

Thereupon His mercy calling.

Faithful in the final hour,

Rescued by His mighty power.

All who look upon the sight,

Marvel at His awesome might.

Cooling those amid the flame,

That call upon His sacred name.

Mercy be the gift He offers,

Treasure from His endless coffers.

We must too, such mercy give,

And learn our debtors to forgive.

Wednesday

No other people ever knew

A law so just as given you.

No law with wisdom such as Mine,

No nation given such a sign.

But you, My chosen ones so dear

Must live in faith and trust, not fear.

To you, I gave my great decree,

That you would learn to live in me.

In full conformance to My will

You'll find a Garden waiting still,

For one who listens, and obeys,

For one who daily kneels and prays.

The Maker, He alone is wise,

To send His Son, in flesh disguised.  

To blaze a path of love for man

That even simple understand.

Thursday

We listen not, and fail to hear

How in our midst, the Lord is near.

The signs are there in everyday

To lead us on the narrow way.

Yet we decide what tickles well

Our fancy and His word expel.

With hardened heart, we turn aback,

To all that's good, and faith attack.

How long until we see the light?

Will it forever be as night?

Or will the Son of Justice rise,

And put an end to wicked lies?

Be gone you demons of the day,

The King of kings is on His way,

And none can stand against His word,

Nor face Him when His anger's stirred.

For love has conquered evil now,

And stripped away the scales somehow,

To let us see the light of day,

And follow on that narrow way.

Friday

Idolatry we fail to see

This hidden trap for one like me.

When that which occupies the mind

Becomes a god of different kind.

A one which draws the mind away

To places where the soul will stray,

And let the creature take the place

Of mercy and His boundless grace.

Saturday

The Pharisee and Publican,

A story well that's known.

A one that's melancholic, and

A one with pride his tone.

I play the part of each at times.

I hate to say, it's true.

I fall into the paradigms

Of praising me, not You.

But deep within, You know me Lord,

No sin could ere conceal

Your love for me has struck a chord,

I beg of Thee to heal.