7/4/21 Through 7/10/21

 7/4/21 Through 7/10/21

Sunday (Dependence Day)

This day the word comes loud and clear,

There is no room for doubt or fear.

He sends us to a stubborn race

With hardened hearts, refusing grace.

Ill prepared, without the gifts,

Through the weak and low He sifts,

Finding one who well obeys,

One boasting not, who often prays.

He promises to fill their need.

If trust they will, they will succeed.

He chooses weak and lowly kinds

For in the weak His glory shines.

Monday

Truly God is present here 
I’ve seen enough to know He’s near
The grandeur and the beauty of 
Our God of mercy, and of love.

In all He makes His presence known
With stunning order clearly shown.
He heals the faithful trusting soul,
Restoring life that sin had stole.

Those that know Him ask for more.
They recognize His bounty store
And limit not what He can do,
But always ask to be made new.

Tuesday
So many tongues, by evil tied,
It seems as though to stem the tide
A miracle would have to be
The only way to set them free.

Abundant harvest waits for You,
But laborers are very few.
Beseech the Master, send more here
To gather in the ripened ear.

By evil, many bound in chains,
But overall the Master reigns,
And should they just to Him appeal,
His single word would bless and heal.

Wednesday
When famine comes we seek the grain
To feed upon the bread.
Now humbled by the hunger’s pain, 
Before the wise, we’re led.

Our deeds exposed in starkest light,
Now comes the punishment.
No deed be covered by the night,
So we must all repent.

Exposed for what we’ve always been
No way to hide our guilt.
The liars caught in deadly sin
That lie on lie has built.

So bow before the Savior King
Bend low and kiss the ground.
For all your wretched soul can bring
Is sorrow finally found.

Thursday
A longing for the Father here
Beyond what words explain
A tender spot for one so dear
That truly is arcane.

The source of all, and origin
Of everything that is.
So far away, and yet our kin,
A precious child of His.

The draw to be as one with Him,
Our primal yearning core.
A love that overflows the rim
And offers evermore.

Yet creeping in at every crack
Is evil, selfish sin.
That sets the progress always back,
To once again, begin.

Receive this day my firm desire,
For nothing less than You.
Set my heart and soul afire,
And bid my sin adieu.

Friday
Among the wolves, You sent us out,
With fear and trembling all about.
Flogged and beaten, left for dead,
Yet in our suffering, we’re fed.

For all the pain the martyrs faced,
Was met with love, and thus embraced,
As sharing in the cross of Christ,
Whose love unbound their soul enticed.

Not threatened here as such, but though
The way we’ve left our country go,
As bit by bit, the morals shift,
Away from God, we slowly drift.

And someday in the land of free,
Religion, folks may come to see
As threatening their right to sin,
And persecutions, thus begin.

So change a heart with love today.
A martyr, yes, but white the way.
It’s not too late to change the mind,
And open eyes that sin made blind.

Saturday
Though you intended harm for me,
The Lord intended good.
To bring about that you would see,
And listen as you should.

The ear attentive to His word
That hears and then obeys.
His humble prayer is always heard,
And answered many ways.

So persevere and you will hear,
But then you must obey.
For if you hear and turn deaf ear,
You’ll never find your way.