8/8/21 Through 8/14/21

 8/8/21 Through 8/14/21

Sunday

"Get up and eat," The Lord commands,

Lest journey be too long

To find the promised, fruited lands

Where each of us belongs.

The Bread of Life, His flesh He gives

To be our sacred meal

That satisfies the one who lives,

And blessed things reveals.

Monday

For your own good, He gives the law.

This simple fact the prophets saw.

Just think of all His hands have made,

And how our debt of love He paid.

The ocean depth or mountain height,

The brightest day, or darkest night,

Have all been made by just a word,

And none by chance has just occurred.

So too are you with purpose made.

For you, a ransom dear was paid.

That you might know His love for man

And learn to love the Master's plan.

So come to Him in humble ways

And seek His will throughout your days.

You'll not be disappointed there

If you entrust to Him your care.

Tuesday

A planted seed, a risk we take

That someday it would grow.

No longer food, a bet we make

That others come to know.

It's only in our sowing much

That harvest great will be.

In giving of ourself, as such,

A bounty we will see.

The stingy holds the planting back,

Each single seed to eat.

But harvest yields a wanting sack

Without much golden wheat.

By sowing much the yield is more,

And many souls are fed.

You'll always have enough in store,

And many loves of bread.

So giving with abounding cheer

Your love might overflow,

And all who of your kindness hear

Might come, the Lord, to know.

Wednesday

My help in every time of need,

My constant Sower and the Seed.

Your word through many prophets glared,

But none to Moses ere compared.

Who spoke to you as face to face,

And radiance became the grace

That proved Your presence there with him,

And brightened times appearing dim.

The Promised Land he saw and yet

Across to there would never get,

But where eternally he sleeps

An eye upon the land He keeps.

Thursday

What wonders wrought by mighty hands!

What wisdom in His shrewd commands!

By trusting in His every word

The voice of God's more clearly heard.

Obedience will show the way,

Docility will then display

How true His every word shall be,

And steadfast hearts will truly see.

Forgiveness leads to lasting peace

Where prisoners can find release,

But lacking that, we waste away

When vengence only rules the day.

Friday

The marriage bond, unbroken be

That all might look, and plainly see

Reflecting in the lives of those

A love from God that freely flows.

The hardness of the heart can be

The source of broken home debris.

But that's not what the Father planned

When giving them His first command.

To multiply and fill the earth,

To join as one and bring to birth

Unselfish love and total gift

Instead of greedy ones adrift.

If in the Father's way we walk,

And let Him govern how we talk,

We'll find a tongue that's well-controlled,

And find our injuries consoled.

Forgiveness turns the ship around

To where a faithful love is found,

And in that mirror we can see

What married life is meant to be.

Saturday

A cheerful giver I should be

Not grudging talents given me,

But sharing from a loving heart,

And doing well my little part.

Let anger no companion be

And greediness within me flee.

That patient love might rule the day,

With calm demeanor, come what may.