6/20/21 Through 6/26/21

 6/20/21 Through 6/26/21

Sunday

He whom wind and water stills,

With grace and mercy, Spirit fills.

The awesome God of things above,

Is God of wisdom, truth, and love.

No need to fear on stormy days,

A word from Him will calm the waves.

And bring ashore to quiet rest,

The trusting souls so richly blessed.

Monday

The plank or beam that hinders me

Is pride that blocks what I can see.

What feeds the flesh, is all it knows,

And given rein, will lead to woes.

For ages long, the saints have tried

To tame this selfish, boastful, pride.

Not one has conquered every time,

Save She who bore the King Divine.

Oh Mary, spotless, virgin, pure,

Plead for me and thus secure

The grace to see myself as least,

And find my way to heaven's feast.

Tuesday

Destruction's road is clear and wide,

Inviting to the eye.

But those who take this road decide

To narrow way pass by.

To leave behind the sacrifice

And hope for better days,

Rejecting now, the Lord's advice

To follow in His ways.

The narrow way of self-control,

And seeing others' need

Is how we reach our final goal,

 To love like Him indeed.

Wednesday

What fruit is borne upon this tree?

The question to be asked of me.

The question too, for everyone

Who walks beneath the shining sun.

One day accounts will all be drawn

And nothing left to draw upon,

Except for fruit that each has grown

Throughout their life by what was sown.

The tree that bore the greatest fruit,

A cross once thought of ill-repute

That bore a Saving Sacrifice

Who, resurrected, paid the price.

So too, good fruit, we bear each day

By what we freely give away,

And how our love reflects the Son,

Who on the cross, salvation won.

Thursday

John the greatest born of woman

Paved the way of God to man.

Voice in wilderness a crying,

He to self was always dying.

Both prophet and the saving Son

In simple loving ways have won

The hearts of those that long to see

The Lord of all eternity.

Friday

No laughing matter, death or sin.

One from without, one from within.

As leprosy, the flesh destroys,

Our sin a likewise tack employs.

Each day another bit decays,

Our health is lost in tiny ways

That all combine to show our need

For healing from our selfish greed.

A word from Love addressed to me

Could heal and set this sinner free.

Lord, if it is within Your will,

Please cleanse me of this dreadful ill.

Saturday

You pass me by throughout the day,

Though rarely offered, "Come and stay.",

And when your word is spoken true,

I laugh it off as nothing new.

So crass, the chosen ones can be

That what's in front they fail to see.

While those despised will see and know,

Then find the gifts that you bestow.