6/12/22 Through 6/18/22

 6/12/22 Through 6/18/22

Sunday

The Trinity, so far beyond

What mortal man can know.

On no man here, such light has dawned,

Or teacher dared to go.

Eternal Three, but only One,

I cannot comprehend.

But Jesus, as the Father's Son,

On Him, I can depend.

A truth beyond the mind for me,

But one that I accept.

For Jesus spoke of One in Three,

And He, His word, has kept.

So plumb those depths and only find

How far we have to go.

To get this in the simple mind,

And truly, God to know.

All men on earth both now and then,

The Body of our Lord.

A unity among all men

Is what we're working toward.

Our goal is to become as One,

As Trinity above.

As Father, Spirit, and the Son,

In unity of love.

Monday

Do more than what is asked of you,

And love  in spite of what they do.

For love it is, that grace imparts,

And love it is, that changes hearts.

Unlike the well-known, "eye for eye"

The gift of love has no reply.

It calms the angry, bitter soul,

And works to make the broken whole.

Tuesday

On the cross, He suffered long

So pray for those who do you wrong,

That they might turn and clearly see

How much their wrongs offended thee

And so in all humility

The sinner too would be set free.

Then reconciled, start anew

To work at being one with you.

Be good when good is not deserved

For this is when true love is served.

Speak truth in love to change a heart

And reconciliation start.

Wednesday

A chariot engulfed in flame

Forever marks Elijah's name,

But more deserving of such fame 

Is how, in all, to God he came.

With mountain wind and splitting rock

Through firestorm and earthquake shock,

He heard the tiny whisper sound

And knew, the Mighty Lord had found.

He heard and always went the way

God prompted him throughout the day

Not caring what the others say,

Great power comes when we obey.

A two-fold Spirit given those

Who saw the strife, yet freely chose

To follow Him where e're it leads

And thus a multitude He feeds.

Thursday

Flaming chariot of fire

Take me to my heart's desire.

In the whirlwind be known,

Blind unto the light be shown.

Babble not to well be heard

To your Daddy, thoughts be spurred.

For He so loved, to send His Son

Who on the cross our vict'ry won.

Friday

Now put to death the sin within

And thereby freedom, you will win.

No more, for lies, the truth exchange

It's time, your life, to rearrange.

The fruit of all the little lies

No longer rottenness disguise.

For every sin when just ignored

A horrid end will lead us toward.

Immodest dress a tool that's used

That keeps a suitor much confused.

The giving-love for which they're longing

Leads to slavery belonging.

In slavery to lust confused,

Instead of love, one just abused.

The mystery lost and all exchanged

For one from whom, true love estranged.

New life conceived and just destroyed

Abuse of freedom thus employed.

When this we see as commonplace

Society is in disgrace.

So children murdered in their school,

How could a human be so cruel?

We stand in shock all asking why,

It started with a little lie.

Saturday

Ungrateful, one returns to flesh

Refusing to his love refresh.

A love that gives as one receives

And grows the more as one believes.

This constant walking on the fence

With no commitment there and hence,

A heart that tries to serve the two

Will never be a heart that's true.

One source alone for all we need

The source of life that we must heed

Who feeds the birds that gather not,

The source of all the love we sought.