4/18/21 Through 4/24/21

 4/18/21 Through 4/24/21

Sunday

Why are you troubled, why can't you see?

My hands and my feet will prove that it's Me.

All that was written, by Me was fulfilled,

The Suffering Servant, The Lamb of God, killed.

Be opened your minds, to the scriptures and know,

For centuries just how they have said it would go.

The Lamb, the Redeemer, He suffers and dies,

But then on the third day, in glory shall rise.

So go to the city and nations abroad,

Proclaiming to all, that Jesus is God.

Repent and be baptized, then turning from sin,

You too, with the chosen, salvation shall win.

Monday

To be accused as Christ accused,

An honor such would be.

My words with those of Christ confused

Would threaten, you'll agree.

The ruling class who want their way

Unchallenged by the proles.

Who only read and daily pray

For sinful, earthly goals.

So quell the ones disturbing things,

And cancel those who speak

Of Christ as truly King of kings,

Hold down the poor and weak.

But though they crucify and stone,

The Spirit thriving still.

Obedience in love makes known

The Father's holy will.

That Christ be known as Son of God,

And Savior of all men.

That Spirit-filled be not the odd,

But common once again.

So make a choice today and be

For show or truly man.

Hide not your faith, but let them see

In you, God's holy plan.

Not turning back if trial comes,

Not fading in the fight.

Not cowering from warring drums,

But facing darkest night

With eyes upon the land beyond,

And glory without end.

To evil and deceit respond

With love, to faith defend.

Tuesday

When handed over, worry not

Of what you are to say.

Though wicked men will always plot

To make the righteous pay.

The Lord will give in time of need

The words for you to speak.

And though it be a tiny seed,

It offers now a peek

Beyond the world that meets the eye,

Into the land of love.

Where hardened hearts can see just why

We worship God above.

Wednesday

The depth of God I'll never know,

Yet to His heart, I'll always go.

So high above the mind of man,

The love that made us in His plan.

So little we expect to see

From One that knows infinity,

Yet if we simply follow well,

What praise and glory we could tell.

I come to Thee each morn to see

My share of Your Divinity,

And follow every word from You

To power-up the things I do.

By saying yes, each time I see

The more Your word will come to me.

And worlds will change this simple way,

If men would listen and obey.

Thursday

How could we understand this word, 

So foreign and aloof?

What could explain the things we heard?

How could He offer proof?

They make no sense, these words of His,

How can his flesh be food?

A "Living Bread" the offer is.

I think He's come unglued.

That day so many turned away,

And I was ready too,

But something strong would make me stay.

That something, trust in You.

So many times I'd seen before

How You amazed the crowd,

With crippled limbs or health restored,

Or shaming of the proud.

No way I understand, but trust.

Your word is good as gold.

So follow still, and learn, I must,

And always You uphold.

Now clear I see as time has passed

Your body given me.

Upon the cross, true food at last,

Was offered there by Thee.

Now evermore this sacrifice

Will feed the masses well,

And evermore of risen Christ,

The faithful masses tell.

The Bread from Heaven, truly food.

His blood our precious drink.

No more just following confused,

But now with all in sync.

Friday

A flash of light that blinded Saul

A Voice that called to give Him all.

The blinding scales that fell to earth,

When hands were laid to give new birth.

A time in every life as this.

A time when now, and then shall kiss.

When clear as day the Lord shall speak,

And interest in His word shall pique.

But do we hear and then obey,

Or just continue on our way?

The answer will determine how

We spend eternity and now.

Saturday

When hardship comes they turn away

And few will share the load.

The harvest waits in waning day,

Men idle on the road.

His flesh our food and sustenance

The key to carry on.

Our blessed early morning chance

To meet at Mass 'fore dawn.

A little faith it takes to see

In bread, the King of kings.

But oh, the strength and love to me,

Each morn it daily brings.

For lack of faith, don't turn away,

But trust and you will see.

The food He offers every day,

Is ALL for folks like me.