12/19/21 Through 12/25/21

 12/19/21 Through 12/25/21

Sunday

Lord Make us turn and see Your face

Be filled with shame, yet joy,

For in the presence of this grace

Though shamed, we love enjoy.

The radiance of truth we see

Reflected everywhere.

The scars of crucifixion be

The burden we must share.

Though sinful, yet You love us Lord,

Make clean this heart of mine.

Through fire be at last, restored,

Engrafted to the Vine.

How privileged that as babe You came,

The Word, the Great Amen.

So humble and without acclaim

To rescue sinful men.

Monday

So little you expect of Me

When just a word would set you free.

My grace can snap the heavy chain

That's keeping you from blessed gain.

But all I ever hear from you

Is just another vain review

Of what you think would make you feel

Accomplished, and your faults conceal.

Yes, Lord, in truth, I know I've failed

And flesh in me has oft prevailed.

I beg that now Your love obtain

For me the gift of blessed gain.

A gain where love will reign supreme,

And all before, shall useless seem.

Where Yours the voice I seek each day,

And Yours the call that I obey.

Tuesday

( Can be sung to the tune of "Come Thou Long Expected Jesus")

Searching for a love to sate us,

One from whom new life is drawn,

One in beauty far surpassing,

One whose eyes eclipse the dawn.

Yonder springs across the mountain

Leaping over grassy hills,

There a ready, fruitful fountain,

Quietly, the heart now stills.

Rise my dove, my favored blossom,

Long the winter now is past.

To the living water, you come,

Quenching arid thirst at last.

Here the fragrant vine now flowing

Nourished by a steady stream.

Fruitfulness is ever-growing

Always giving love supreme.

Wednesday

The humble see with vision broad

And recognize the wicked fraud.

Temptations of the flesh are seen

As actions that the whole demean.

Possessions, just a tool that's used,

And not a thing to be confused

With that which is our final end,

And He on whom the poor depend.

The glory here upon the earth,

Not much for those of noble birth

Who see beyond this temporal veil,

And see all earthly glories fail.

The lowly see with vision clear,

And always have attentive ear,

Then act upon what they've been told,

And see the Master's plan unfold.

Wednesday Adoration

Listen for a word today.

Be sure to listen, and obey.

He longs to speak to willing ears

And beauty found may garner tears.

He gave His own begotten Son

Who prayed that man would be as one,

But only will that prayer be true

If folks will listen up like you.

Silence builds a thoroughfare

That's singular and very rare.

Where God and man can both commune

And solid bonds of love are hewn.

That Silent Night in Bethlehem

Where none around had room for them,

Was spoken the Eternal Word

That myriads on earth have heard.

And if they listen and obey,

That Word will guide them on their way,

And lead them to their home above,

Eternally in peace and love.

Thursday

Lord let my life an advent be

Preparing for the Christ to see.

May every day I closer draw

Until, at last, I stand in awe.

Before a humble manger bed

Where goat, and ox, and ass are fed,

And see this babe, the Bread of Life

Born into poverty and strife.

Even if a one could bring

To mind that such a child is King,

No mind could comprehend His cross,

And what to gain, He counted loss.

If One so great can humble be,

For love of man, then why not me,

For One so far beyond the fray

Who lives in everlasting day?

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Friday

A house of everlasting fame

In time, King David's house became.

For though he sinned, repentant be,

And God is merciful, we see.

God is love beyond all telling,

Humble greatness, pure hearts swelling.

Born without a house to dwell in.

Angels, of the birth, were telling.

Our God, in flesh, descends to be

The poorest of the poor for me.

One raising flesh from sin's dark hold,

That men, at last, could love, behold.

Saturday

This day the Virgin bears a Son,

The long-awaited Holy One.

The inns were full, but now the time

To break the age-old paradigm.

A virgin birth, before unknown,

A light amid the darkness shown,

The Bread of Life to feed mankind,

In Bethlehem, the shepherds find.

What child is this, the angels sing,

Adoring as a newborn King.

From David's line the King descends,

And on this King, new life depends,