8/15/21 Through 8/21/21

 8/15/21 Through 8/21/21

Sunday

So, What does the Assumption mean,

Except that who was dimly seen

Has now been glorified as Queen,

Most perfect one to intervene?

The sinless all throughout her time

To highest height would Virgin climb.

Obedient in all her ways

A faithful one through all her days.

Monday

So many times I fall away

And fail to hear, much less obey.

The Lord above is Lord of all,

And wise men hearken to His call.

But foolish I so often be,

And fail to hear Him calling me.

A rich young man will just grow old

By saving that which should be sold.

But one that follows Jesus finds

A peace and joy of many kinds.

For with the Lord, all loss is gain,

And giving all, we all obtain.

Tuesday

Lord make of me a servant true,

A humble helper close to You.

Attune my ear to hear your voice,

And make Your will my every choice.

So far away I seem from You

The faithful ones seem far too few.

The enemy a frightful hoard,

There's need for peace to be restored.

The soldiers in Your army be

The lowly ones that trust in Thee,

The helpless poor and very weak

Who make Your will the will they seek.

Though far away, I yearn for You,

Yet still I often turn from You

Oh change this sickly heart of mine,

And make my will to Yours incline.

For there, despite the trials here,

My comfort is to know You're near,

And that Your power far outweighs

Whatever comes from sinful ways.

Wednesday

Refuse the call and then you'll see

How poor the leadership can be.

Be selfish in the way you live,

And wonder why no one will give.

The Buckthorn rules for in the day

We sought for one to lead the way,

The olive, fig, and vine we knew

Would not accept the crown from You.

You live within a barren waste

For none would of My cup, partake

They find excuses one and all

For why they cannot heed the call.

The gifts are given each to share,

And always with enough to spare,

But generosity will be

Our only hope or guarantee.

Thursday

Rejected by His chosen ones

He searches for adoptive sons

The search goes out to all who hear

To come and feast with One so dear.

But clothe yourself in love before

You knock upon the banquet door.

For love alone must be our dress,

The Master's son would have no less.

Friday

To love, by far, the great command.

To love, is what the Lord demands.

For love has given all we own,

And love can never be outgrown.

A total gift of self is love

No greater gift than His above.

A perfect Lamb of sacrifice

Who leads us to His paradise.

Saturday

The simple in a way profound,

The wise and learned ones astound

For they can see with clarity

The graces of austerity.

So hard the lures of earth to shed,

The false bravado of the dead,

Who look to only earthly gain,

And cower from a hint of pain.

They know not of what loving means,

And see not how the loving leans

To give of self when ere they can,

To help their needy fellow man.

So listen what they say to you,

But follow not the way they do.

The great among you all must serve,

And all will get what they deserve.