11/28/21 through 12/4/21

 11/28/21 through 12/4/21

Sunday

Come, the cry of hungry hearts,

Filled with grace our God imparts.

Ever thirsting, ever filled,

Only more of Christ is willed.

Oh, the holiness it feeds.

More, the soul of Christ ere needs.

Infinite is God alone,

Never love as His was known.

Come Lord Jesus, ever new

Mold me into one like You.

One whose love is never bound,

One who truest love has found.

Monday

Oh. Lord I am not worthy

The words of faith proclaimed,

To under roof to have Thee

The Word, Messiah named.

Tuesday

How, dear Lord, unless they hear,

Will faith be found to draw men near?

The word is spread by what we say,

And how we act throughout the day.

How beautiful the feet that bring

The message of our Servant King

That love will handle all our needs, 

And acts of love are precious seeds.

Each one a gospel in the deed

That sprouts to hungry people feed,

And draw them to the King of kings

Who, on the cross, salvation brings.

Wednesday

On this mountain here below,

All on earth shall come to know

One who heals the blind and lame,

One of legendary fame.

He shall lift the woven veil,

Cure the sick and strengthen frail.

Tears removed and death destroyed,

Love to fill the massive void.

Food of rich and juicy kind,

All shall eat with choicest wine.

Rejoice, be glad, the King has come,

All enemies are overcome.

Thursday

Build upon the Solid Rock

Although the proud and boastful mock.

Firm in purpose, dwell in peace,

Never shall your gladness cease.

Come to know and trust the Lord,

Make your will with His accord.

Let Him be your bank account,

See compounding blessings mount.

Otherwise, on shifting sand

The daily cares of wealth demand

An ever growing want or need

Of avarice and pride to feed.

So when the gathering storm shall break,

And mighty flood the tempest make,

The sand will simply flow away,

And lost be all you built that day.

Friday

The blind that know they're blind can see,

And seek the light to be set free,

But those in gloom and darkness grope,

Without direction, light, or hope.

Lord let me see how blind I am,

And thus become a seeing man,

Who understands just where I've been,

And turns my back on dark and sin.

Saturday

 (This verse can be sung to the tune of  

"Lord whose love in humble service")

Be that voice to give direction.

Daily, clearly point the way.

Show to me Your kind affection

Help me follow all You say.

Make of me a patient servant,

Dutiful while you're away.

May my prayer be ever fervent,

Always willing to obey.

Show me how to use my talent,

Every gift received from You.

Faithful in Your service, gallant,

Multiplied on Your review

Harvest here, but where the labor?

Few to gather ripened fruit.

Master sent a willing neighbor

Here to help in this pursuit.