12/5/21 Through12/11/21

 12/5/21 Through12/11/21

Sunday

The captives free, the hills made low

The valleys filled that all may know,

The glory of our Savior King

Whom all the exiles, home did bring.

Monday

One day, renewed all creatures be

And straight the path that leads to Thee.

No lion, bear, or jackal there,

But faith and trust beyond compare.

For in Your presence healing comes

The depth of truth the Spirit plumbs,

And all is in the hands of Thee,

Who, out of love, created me.

No longer lame with weakened knees, 

But one who from temptation flees

The lies that cripple, blind, and maim,

For Truth and Love of ancient fame.

Tuesday

Day is coming ever nearer

When our view of God is clearer.

In the desert, make the way,

Rend your heart from sin away.

All that lives will wilt and fade
"Come to Me," the Master bade.

Feel the warmth amidst the cold

Share until all men be told.

Let none be lost that final day.

Rescue sinner, find the stray.

Gather wanderers that roam,

Help the wayward find their home

Wednesday

Without a single trace of sin

Immaculate and pure will win.

The serpent crushed beneath her heel

By love, and trust, and holy zeal.

We see in her what man can be

In spite of all the sin we see.

One set apart from earthly ways

That walks amid the murky haze.

Reflecting light that clears the air

And makes the soul so pure and fair.

A light of pure humility

That shows what man can truly be.

So call on her in every need

To help the plan of God succeed

And make of you one pure and clean

Just like our pure and holy Queen

Thursday

Pay attention to the signs

The Lord is coming soon.

You know not of His grand designs

At evening, morn, or noon.

Blessed maggot, favored worm

Fear not, the Lord is near.

His love for man He will confirm

And show His people dear.

Thirst and hunger satisfied,

And watered well the land.

No longer barren waste deprived

Protection of His hand.

Friday

Lord You teach and Lord You show

How to live and where to go.

Let me know of Your commands

And what a life of faith demands.

Speak with regularity,

Help my feeble eyes to see.

Grant the grace to act upon

Your word, and many saints to spawn.

Wisdom sees no hurdle there,

Truth will make us well aware.

Seek the truth in all you do,

And Wisdom waits with gifts for you.

Saturday

Elijah's chore, prepare the way,

Make straight the path to brighter day

Repent and turn away from sin,

Bow low and welcome Jesus in.

The sin we cannot see we own

Will make a comfy little home

Within the heart of blinded man

To foil there the Master's plan.

But make me see the sin I own,

And to Your priest, my sin make known.

That in humility I find

Forgiveness, and a peace of mind.

Then cleansed the temple once again

Will bring Thee fitting worship then,

And well-prepared the place will be

To welcome in a King as Thee.