4/10/22 Through 4/16/22

 4/10/22 Through 4/16/22

Sunday

My God, my God, where have You gone?

In dark, I cry, "Reveal the dawn.

For sin has clouded what I see,

Oh God, be merciful to me."

If I but knew the cost of sin,

Repentance every time would win.

But blind I am when sin takes hold,

And all but self is dark and cold.

I see not whom I spit upon,

But only to the sin I'm drawn.

The lash and thorns mean naught to me,

My purpose only do I see.

Short-sighted, proud, and foolish me

Who fails to recognize it's Thee

Who suffers in humility,

Oh God, be merciful to me.

Monday

A broken jar cannot contain

And none that's given can remain.

For all is what He asks of you

And all is what the Master's due.

A life poured out with none reserved

The King of kings has well-deserved.

The poor are always there with you,

But here on earth His days are few.

So clothe the naked, feed the poor

And visit prison, then for sure

Fulfill His call to love the least

And join the Master's wedding feast.

Tuesday

Betrayal in the hearts of men

As seen that night and still again

When opposition comes our way

And out of fear, we flee the fray.

Let tears from such denial flow

His look of love then make us grow,

And when we see our risen Lord,

His grace abundant be out-poured.

Wednesday

Betrayal in so many ways

By closest friends in darkest days.

None willing to His burdens bear,

Or in His sufferings to share.

Like so many gone before me

Fail to see He suffers for me.

Bruised and beaten, mocked and scourged

Of every comfort stripped and purged.

But when I see what sin has done,

And yet how selfish I've become,

My eyes are filled with tears of shame

For I can see that I'm to blame.

The pain I cannot comprehend,

Nor love until the bitter end.

For far too often, self I choose

And likeness unto Him I lose.

Have mercy on my pitied state

For all have sinned and fouled the slate.

Receive what little I can give

And let this sorrowed sinner live.

Thursday

To serve is but the greatest gift

That mortal man receives.

By service will the Master sift

To find one who believes.

Humility will bring to bear

The one who loves the least,

And lead them both to greater fare

At their communion feast.

Good Friday

Feast of mercy, Man's salvation

Savior on that rugged tree.

Crucified for every nation.

Bound and beaten to set free.

Serpent bronze to be exalted

High above for all to see.

Man or woman none un-faulted

For the suffering of Thee.

Cleanse my soul and make me savor

every wound You bore for me.

Grant to me this only favor,

That Your glory I may see.

Holy Saturday

Sad and empty, spent with grief

Evil crime beyond belief.

Hope of glory gone today,

Love was buried yesterday.

Wakened from a horrid dream

Walking dead, to men I seem.

Shock and stupor, disbelief

Bitter anguish, no relief.

What on earth could I have done?

Now I wish I had not run.

Better now that I be dead.

Master gone, the world I dread.

Sleep escapes these weary eyes,

Self-regret and sorrowed sighs.

No one knows what lies ahead,

Faith, and Hope, and Love are dead!