10/31/21 Through 11/6/21

 10/31/21 Through 11/6/21

Sunday

The Lord of all, or Lord at all,

A choice we have to make.

If just a slice, what will befall

Remainder of the cake?

So offer all you have and see

The love He has for you.

Outgiven, He will never be

No matter what you do.

So take to heart the word He gives

In many varied ways,

For in your neighbor's soul He lives,

And prophecy conveys.

When Lord of all we see Him where

At times we least expect

And recognize He's everywhere,

And Him, does all  reflect.

Monday

The multitude shall sing His praise,

And all shall hear the anthem raise.

For He who sits upon the throne

Is God of all, and God alone.

The myriads that tend to Him

All singing their exultant hymn

Can see in now, their glory days,

The majesty of Him they praise.

It's funny how the poor and meek

Can now perceive the One they seek,

While proud and evil lock their gaze

Amid the dark and murky haze.

It's up to us to look beyond

The raging sea, or quiet pond,

And see in all that nature gives

Our Lord of all, and God who lives.

The way to see His sovereignty,

Is poor and humble spirits be.

For they that thirst for peace and love

Will sing in praise of God above.

Tuesday

For though their passing looked upon

As pure affliction, not as dawn.

Chastised a little, greatly blest

The ones in faith, who passed the test.

Although before men punished here,

Their hope will cast away all fear.

For immortality awaits

Within the land of golden gates.

Once proved amid the furnace flame,

The gold no longer suffers shame.

Its luster shines and darts about,

To fire in the stubble start.

His loving care with His elect

The humble He will not reject.

Forever in the land above,

The faithful will abide in love.

Wednesday

Calculate the value here

And then behold, dispel the fear.

For what is offered far exceeds

The all we have and all our needs.

The cross a daily load to bear,

But grace supplied to make it fair

A burden light, and easy yoke

Just as the Master often spoke.

But if we never pay the price,

Persisting in our ways of vice,

The tower never will complete, 

And all our efforts yield defeat.

The job complete demands our all,

Or we, as many others, fall.

Why hoard the things that will not last?

The end for all approaches fast.

Thursday

He searches daily for the lost

To bring them back at any cost.

So valuable to Him is each,

This lesson, all, He wants to teach.

No throw-aways within the flock.

Such thinking we must learn to block.

For all. their value far exceeds

Their reputation or misdeeds.

And Heaven rings with joyful sound

When ere a sinner lost, is found.

So give not up on any man,

But see the side the Savior can.

Friday

The zeal with which the wicked try

To satisfy their needs,

For everything that pleases eye,

Or boundless ego feeds,

Is zeal the Master calls us to

In spreading Gospel word,

To make believing ranks not few,

And well the Gospel heard.

Saturday

Be wise with all your earthly gain

For it, for long, shall not remain.

Trustworthy, with a temporal thing

Shall in the land eternal sing.

No way to love both God and gold,

And those detached from it behold

Their every need be met by Him,

When days are bright, or days are dim.