6/5/22 Through 6/11/22

 6/5/22 Through 6/11/22

Sunday

Power in Your Spirit gaining

Breath of life in all sustaining

Dry bones rattle, reconnected

Giving life where unexpected.

Wind and fire, lightning flashing

Still and calm, or thunder crashing

All are ways the Spirit blesses

Calling for our sin's redresses.

Sickly one that needs a healing

To the Breath of Life appealing

Breathe anew Your life within me

Nevermore, a slave to sin be.

Monday

The fall of man, the Original Sin

The way, at first, that evil came in

Often repeated, throughout every day

We turn from the Lord to follow our way.

A self-styled god we choose to be king

But shame and disgrace is all that we bring.

Each time that we choose our will over His

Distorted we make this world that is.

Then living a lie that we often repeat

With troubles, our world is often replete.

For evil compounds, but there's always one worse

No end can be found to the evil we curse.

But much can be changed through the action of one

Like Virgin most pure who brought forth the Son.

Choose but His will, in all that you do,

Then changing the world, will your actions do too.

Tuesday

Little needed for survival

Drought and famine be our rival.

At His Word our needs provided

By His voice, our actions guided.

In His will, no need ungranted

When, in love, the seed is planted.

Take courage and a light you'll be

Shining bright for all to see.

Wednesday

Lord, so many teaching children

Not to love, but slaves to be.

In their lies the truth be hidden

Path to truly be set free.

How the masses plot against Thee

Serving gods of flesh and fame.

Gods that never would defend me,

Only grant me dreaded shame.

Send Your fire of love to show them

You alone are God above

God of mercy and forgiveness

You alone the God of love.

Every word You give to guide us

Every grace, important be.

Let us follow so to find us

Home at last as one with Thee

Thursday

How paltry seems our base desire

When passing through the cleansing fire.

Yet in our time on earth we find

It hard to change our hungry mind.

We quarrel over stupid things.

Immortal soul, to mortal clings.

We build a wealth that slips away

In poverty that final day.

The time is now to reconcile

Before we walk that final mile.

For here a time of mercy waits,

But judgment lies beyond the gates.

Friday

In the quiet whisper sound

His clear and loving voice is found.

The voice to guide us on our way

And let us not be led astray.

The stormy skies flash bright and loud

But often in confusion cloud

The truth, that we not recognize

Our sin, as righteousness disguised.

His law is far above our own,

And when the truth, at last, is known,

We'll see our sin for what it is:

The Passiontide and cross of His.

Saturday

Son of encouragement, faithful and true

Sent as Apostle to Gentile and Jew.

Sought out his companion, a man of some fame

Converted, who now would be preaching the name

Of Jesus who died and who rose for our sin

That sinners, repentant, would be welcomed in.

One humble enough to take a backseat,

courageous enough to the enemy meet.

One patient enough, on the Lord, to depend

And faithful enough to meet martyr's end.