10/17/21 Through 10/23/21

 10/17/21 Through 10/23/21

Sunday

If suffering, Your will for me,

Oh Lord, then bring it on.

Grant me the patient eyes to see

Before this life is gone.

That which makes my body cower

Makes me more like You,

If humbly I accept the power

By doing what You do.

This prayer, I dread You answer me

For pain disturbs my mind.

But seeing what a man can be

Is where true peace I find.

Help me to serve in every way

Your will would ask of me,

And let me hear that final day,

Come share the joy with Me.

Monday

The harvest waits for willing hands,

For those who follow His commands,

But few are those who labor well,

And of the Gospel story tell.

So pray He send into the field

More laborers to sickle wield,

And gather to the harvest feast

The great as well as also least.

Tuesday

Unknown the joys of serving well

That only faithfulness can tell.

Though fleeting fancies turn the head,

By faithfulness, the soul is fed.

But all too often, temporal wins

And magnifies our many sins.

Then fear of suffering will bring

Attachment to a temporal thing.

And more will only show our need

The more our emptiness to feed,

Yet emptiness is only filled

By doing as the Master willed.

Wednesday

Before me always, there the cross

All other gain I count as loss.

No greater love that I should know,

No greater debt, than that I owe.

Be one at work on His return

Make faithful service your concern.

For we the blest with much must give,

That those less fortunate may live.

Thursday

All are slaves to some degree,

Yet Jesus Christ has set us free,

That we might freely choose to slave

For One who all our sins forgave.

The ways of sin all lead to death,

But soon enough our dying breath

When that we love will be our all,

And those that love the sin shall fall.

So let me slave for love Divine

And then, at last, all love be mine.

He offers nothing less than all

To those who answer well the call.

Division, He has come to bring

To purify the final thing,

And all shall pass through blazing heat

Before, at last, the Lord they meet.

Then what is left beyond the fire

Is love alone that we admire.

For where true love shall reign supreme

No hint of sinfulness is seen.

Friday

Far from where I'm meant to be

With many signs directing me,

Yet still I choose this path of mine,

And not His latest, clearest sign.

So who will rescue one like this

From life amid the great abyss?

Thanks be to God, it's Christ our Lord,

Who precious blood, for me out-poured.

Saturday

Your will be done in all I do

Dear Lord is what I ask of You.

My flesh be always cast aside

To make my will with Your's allied.

A task assigned to everyone.

Obedient, have that begun.

But those without the fruit to show,

Shall of the way of fire go.

With wisdom and humility

The path be lighted so I see,

How only in Your word can be

The hope for my eternity.