2/6/22 Through 2/12/22

 2/6/22 Through 2/12/22

Sunday

Each life receives a sacred call

To give not some, but give Him all.

In varied ways does each receive,

And find the graces to believe.

Some little nudges on the way,

Some met by angels in the day.

A burning bush that's not consumed,

Or flower in a wasteland bloomed.

But sure a call will come to each

To suffer long, or work, or teach.

What matters most, is you respond

And find His life in you has spawned.

We often cannot see the way

He works through boring everyday

Encounters with the ones you meet,

Or even in your worst defeat.

So raise your head and stay the course

With love of God, your driving force.

It shows in how you love the least

And find your love of God increased.

Monday

Touch the tassel and be well

Let me of Thy power tell.

Grant a needed healing where

Your servant lies in deep despair.

Tuesday

The edifice is just a key

To how the people worship Me.

If all is done to blow their horn,

To Me it comes as prideful scorn.

The worship that My people need

Will grow from tiny humble seed

That roots within a willing heart,

Not base desire set apart.

Both may build a place that's grand,

But one will fall, and one will stand.

Where lips and heart are both in tune,

A fitting dwelling place is hewn.

So pray with lips, but guard the heart

That two may never drift apart,

And let the edifice make clear,

What's seen outside is found in here.  "💖"

Wednesday

Wisdom says that what defiles

Comes not from out, but from within.

How we face our daily trials

Leads to light, or leads to sin.

Wealthy are the ones with wisdom,

Those who know what's good and true.

In their hearts a blessed rhythm

From the base, to holy drew.

Wisdom's key is faithful action.

Listen well, and then obey.

Turn from all the vain distraction.

Act within the Master's way.

Fools will let their pride beguile them,

Think their riches well-deserved.

Silver, gold, and gems defile them,

They that from the righteous swerved.

Thursday

A disappointing tale it is 

For one with wisdom such as his.

From perfect love to turn away

And falter in that foolish way.

The castle crumbles when in pride

The One True God we set aside,

In favor of a worthless lie

That leads a foolish heart awry.

A tragic tale of gifts unused

Of sinful lust and grace refused,

But oft repeated to this day

Just in some slightly different way.

I pray for courage, strength, and might

To not be swayed by sin's delight,

But see in truth the void that's there

Of lies that lead one to despair.

Like Eleazar, may I be

When old, with eyes that clearly see

The folly in the evil way,

And choose to die instead of sway.

Friday

Virgin in the niche above me

Show me how your Son does love me.

Let me see the pain endured

That life eternal be secured.

If I knew that love so burning

With my will from evil turning,

All my days would point to He

Who suffered greatly on the Tree.

Ears attentive, listen closely.

Let the humble peasant host Me.

Follow as I point the way

And lead you to the light of day.

Come and bathe in waters flowing.

Faces all around are glowing.

Hearts made whole, candles lighted,

Lame now walk, and blind are sighted.

Here a mystery far surpassing

All the decades slowly passing.

Touch the mountain's polished stone,

And give your heart to God alone.

Saturday

With great compassion for the crowd

And only seven loaves endowed

He satisfied the hungry hearts,

Then moved to preach in other parts.

Never ever disappointed,

Every day, by Him anointed.

Always something there to chew,

Always something fresh and new.

A day within Your temple there

More than a thousand anywhere.

The threshold of that holy place

Is overflowing peace and grace.