10/24/21 Through 10/30/21

 10/24/21 Through 10/30/21

Sunday

The cry of every heart should be,

"Oh Lord, I want to see!"

For blindness plagues our world today,

And few, the Word obey.

He pitties those that come to Him

In all humility

For when it's mostly dark and dim,

He gives the light to see.

In every situation now

I call upon His name.

For evil, yes, He will allow,

But strengthen just the same.

Monday

Bent and crippled, bound in sin,

Unforgiveness deep within.

Let the Healer cure today,

Wash the stain of sin away.

Lord I'm bent in many ways,

Sin I've had for many days.

Now is time to be renewed,

Come to me in humble food.

Come again with sin confessed.

Penitent, most highly blest.

Touch me with Your healing hand,

So at last, erect I stand.

Tuesday

Anticipation groans within

As we remain those steeped in sin.

Our hope is for what is not yet,

For hope is what we hope to get.

No eye has seen nor ear has heard

The promise of His faithful word.

But this we know, from death He rose,

And those who hope, are those He chose.

So wait in hope, enduring all,

For every seed that's frail and small

Contains within, as mustard seed

The fruit and flow'r to fill our need.

So germinate and spread the more

The crucified whom we adore.

He grants the grace to conquer sin

If we would just invite Him in.

Wednesday

My hope is in Your mercy Lord,

For what You have I can't afford.

The gate so narrow, hard to find

The weight of sin weighs on my mind.

But mercy is my only plan

For all I try, I never can

Obtain the holiness I need

To at Your banquet table feed.

For Yours is mercy to the last

I try, but fail to keep my fast, 

But when Your Spirit comes to me,

Great prayer and fasting will I see.

Thursday

Foundation stones both firm and true

Is what the Lord will make of you

Who listen well and then obey,

And never from His path will stray.

The call at first, just stay with Me

And listen well for eyes to see.

Then let My spirit guide your way,

And He'll provide the words to say.

The call is not for just a few,

But normal folks, like me and you.

To make disciples of all men,

And turn their hearts to God again.

The source and summit of our lives

Is more than fuel, but also drives

The faithful witness to proclaim

The wonders of His Holy Name.

Like those before us, let us try

Regardless if we live or die

To spread the love of Christ our Lord,

And find in that our great reward.

Friday

Pressured just to get along

And follow ways of men.

Ignoring when a thing is wrong,

Becoming like them then.

Who think they know what's wrong or right

By how they feel today,

Who cannot tell the black from white,

But see in only gray.

Don't take the bait of pleasure now,

And damn the way of love,

For virtue is the means of how

We find our way above.

And they that try to make the rules

Will see their ways awry

When it's too late for selfish fools

Who God to be will try.

Saturday

Humble find within a time

That which brings repose.

Haughty find within that time

What you would suppose.

All we have is given by

One no gift could give.

His providence alone that

Chooses us to live.