1/23/22 Through 1/29/22
Sunday
In the pages of the scripture
Many words of wisdom there.
Here we find a painted picture,
That of which are few aware.
One of care and loving kindness,
One that's faithful, ever true.
One who never will abandon
Even when, are faithful few.
Here the light of light shines brightly
Right before your very eyes.
If you're open, even slightly,
Faith will lift the dim disguise.
Come and find life-giving water,
All of you who understand.
You the clay and He the potter,
Fashioned as the potter planned.
Monday
Soon will fall the house divided,
Evil with itself collided.
Truth cannot be manufactured,
Lies will lead to families fractured.
Although we all would like our way,
The truth alone should have its say.
And guide us firmly by the hand
To lead us to the Promised Land.
As the whisper in the Garden,
Tender hearts of love did harden,
Every lie another measure
Lessening the love we treasure.
Tuesday
There amidst the light I saw
That closer still, that I must draw.
How wrong I'd been to shun the way,
And now, the Lord, I must obey.
And more, I must prepare to show
The lost the way for them to go.
Such love is worth all that I own,
Such love to me, that day was shown.
So now it's up to me to share
And give of self to all I dare.
Though many shun the words I say
It's up to me to show the way.
I too, was blind and needed guides
To show me what the scripture hides.
Though plain in view, I could not see
How much that Jesus cares for me.
To you as well, His care extends,
But some, on you, as well depends.
He seeks a, "Yes Lord, I believe."
So life eternal, you receive.
Wednesday
His teachings are for none but good.
The hearer, to embrace them should.
And following that fruit may come
With joy to all, and not just some.
To all that listen and obey
Employing in their everyday
The spoken word they hear from You
In all they think, and say, and do.
But oft time still it passes by
Is plucked away by birds that fly
Or scorched because of lack of root,
Or choked by thorn, not bearing fruit.
So stir the fire and stoke the flame
Proclaim to all the Savior's name.
The gifts you have were meant to share,
So scatter seed now everywhere.
Thursday
Blessings contemplated
So many now received
Boundless love flows unabated,
Through the fabric interweaved.
Promised line of blessing
For chosen peoples' race
Now in Jesus coalescing
Every drop of needed grace.
Lighted lamp not hidden
Let shine for all to see.
Foolish pride is here forbidden,
Welcome here, humility.
Jesus' place of resting
Here deep within the soul
Always more of me requesting
Till at last, you have the whole.
In giving we receive
As odd as it may seem
But only those who see believe,
Truth is more than just a dream.
Friday
In private may all be explained
Why strength and courage be now drained?
When strongest one would hope to be,
A weakling one is shown by Thee.
The weak ones can at last, be strong
If willing here to suffer long
In their weakness God makes grow
Branches swaying to and fro.
The emptiness, our God can fill,
But not the prideful bragging will.
One has room for God to dwell,
Others, all but self expel.
Saturday
The wind and sea, they must obey
Yet man's allowed to choose his way.
Allowed to choose the right or wrong,
To be the weak, or be the strong.
The highest creature gets to choose,
Yet far more have they got to lose.
For love, the greatest gift to thee
Is only love, if love is free.
So many choices everyday
That we must make along the way
Some good to better, bad to worse,
That lead to blessing, or to curse.
His way the way that's always true,
The way that's always best for you.
Not that it's easy, fast, or clear,
But always drawing ever near.
The cross was too, a choice He made
As He, the Father, well obeyed.
Without this model from above,
No man would know the gift of love.
But resurrected from the strife
Man sees the way to this new life.
Far more than just a pleasant dream,
A life where love will reign supreme.
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