6/6/21 Through 6/12/21

 6/6/21 Through 6/12/21

Sunday

Each day I feed upon the bread.

His body and his blood, it's said.

So many fail to see it's true,

And call it just remembering You.

But I know well that's not the case.

I take each morn this gift of grace

To change this sinful heart of mine,

And turn it into one like Thine.

No simple bit of bread, I know

Could make the soul to melt and glow,

With faithful trust and love so pure,

To forge a bond with You secure.

Monday

Beatitudes encouraging

To live a counter way.

By faithful living them you're waging

Peace for each new day.

Far easier to say than do,

And follow down a road

That travelled every wind that blew

by passing every load.

A struggle's good, this word asserts.

Reward will come to those

Who suffer many kinds of hurts,

But always love have chose.

Tuesday

A city set atop a hill,

The one who seeks the Father's will.

A lamp placed high to light the way,

The one to listen, and obey.

No turning back from whence you came

When you profess the Savior's name.

So feed the flame, and flavor well

The works of God, of which you tell.

The dark will fight to overcome,

But love will not be overrun.

The cross will shine as bright as day,

And guide the faithful on their way.

So pray to God for courage men,

Turn not to darkness once again.

Lift high the lamp and show the way,

And flavor well the words you say.

Wednesday

Your laws, Oh Lord, are just and true.

I pray they govern all I do.

The fool alone will go astray,

And try to blaze another way.

Within your law we dwell secure,

With heart and mind remaining pure,

But in the selfish ways beguiled

The stray will find himself defiled.

To know Your law we must obey,

Our following illumes the way,

And opens always deeper still

New vistas of Your holy will.

Thursday

Forgiveness is the answer now

To reconcile the world somehow.

No peace can come with grudges firm,

But in forgiveness all will learn.

To look upon the cross and see

What Jesus Christ has done for we

Who call upon His name each day,

And let His love show us the way.

Friday

Oh holy lance that pierced His side,

The point of which did then divide

The walls of love and mercy wide,

Inviting all to come inside.

As blood and water freely flowed,

His depth of love and mercy showed.

No torment He would not endure

To peace and love, for man secure.

In truth, the Son of God, was He,

Whose heart was pierced to rescue me.

Whose blood and water covers men

Who fail, but turn to Him again.

Such love the pen cannot describe: 

The hands, the feet, the open side.

Where stripes of healing love abound,

With thorns of mercy, Love is crowned.

Enthrone in me a heart as Thine,

And make my will with Yours align.

Pierce me through and mingle there

My heart with Thine of love so fair.

Saturday

Oh heart of Mary, pure as gold,

Virgin blest that we behold

All the prophesies you heard

And pondered in your heart occurred.

Docile, trusting, you became

Virgin of most blessed fame.

Pierced by seven swords of sorrow,

Always trusting on the morrow.

Filled with grace from your beginning

Never cross, or ever sinning.

No more than on His word depend,

One faithful to the bitter end.