4/24/22 Through 4/30/22

 4/24/22 Through 4/30/22

Sunday

Must you always doubting be?

Must you too, the nail marks see?

Must you probe His hands and side

To know He's risen, who had died?

Do not doubt what God has done,

Mercy shown us by His Son.

Yes, it's true, He is alive!

In Him the meek and humble thrive.

Monday

Humility we see from one

So bold to speak about the Son.

Not caring of the world's respect,

But only with His word bedecked.

Would that I should be as one

So close-allied unto the Son

That my life might, a gospel be,

For others to the Savior see.

Tuesday

All for one, and one for all,

The famous Musketeering call.

But where did this originate?

In Acts of the Apostolate.

Quite early on the Christians knew

The power of the joining few

Exceeded what they summed alone

And tapped the power of His throne.

He called us to His body be

And then His mighty power see.

For only when we work as one

Will God's almighty will be done.

Wednesday

One ever-closer drawn to You

By all the signs of love You do,

Despite the darkness that I choose

Or ways, Your love, that I abuse.

Your clear and constant call to me

Another gift that I can see

How much You gave for love of man

To follow in the Father's plan.

Teach me to love and to endure

And make my way to heaven sure.

Self-sacrifice will lead to love

And make a place for me above.

Thursday

He does not ration what He gives

And giving ones learn how He lives.

Self-giving God of suffering

Will peace, and joy, and order bring.

To follow means to bear Your cross,

And count all earthly gain as loss.

The risen Christ our final end,

On Him alone, our souls depend.

His grace supplies all that we need

But we must on His body feed.

For there His grace abundant lies

In simple bread and wine disguise.

So trust the waters, come and see.

His gifts abundant wait for thee.

But each must learn to suffer well

To of His mighty blessings tell.

Friday

We suffer much for earthly things.

To that which perishes, man clings.

But that which moth and rust destroy

Must not become a vain decoy.

Our eyes must focus on the prize

And not some worthless, cheap disguise.

For only love, in truth, shall last,

And love must be the mold we cast.

When suffered for the King of Love,

We share with Him the joy thereof.

Of rescued sinners made anew,

Discovering, at last, what's true.

Give eyes that see beyond the veil

And see the earth and flesh as pale.

To find a joy in suffering,

And likeness to our Blessed King.

Saturday

Lord of wind and Lord of sea,

Lord of time, and Lord of me,

How I wish my love would grow

And through that love, You others know.

I cannot change a heart or mind.

The perfect words I never find, 

But pray that none would ever leave,

And to Your Sacred Heart would cleave.

How foolish is the mind of man

Delaying when he thinks he can

Return a more convenient time

And then resume the upward climb.

There's never found, a nice plateau

Where weary Christians get to go.

There's two directions, up or down,

And we must either swim or drown.

Though wind will try to drive away,

The steadfast soul must row and pray,

And if they persevere they find

The Lord was pushing from behind.