6/19/22 To 6/25/22

 6/19/22 To 6/25/22

Sunday 

The Solemnity of Corpus Christi

(Can be sung to the tune of Stabat Mater)

In the bread a special giving

Sacrifice for all the living

Humble greatness to behold.

Far beyond the senses take us

Into living bread now make us

With the martyrs all of old.

On the tongue, a wafer melting

With a cord of love all belting

Drawing all as one in Thee.

Sweetness in the mouth remaining

In that bit of bread containing

Christ Himself who feedeth me.

Many though that are receiving

Do so, but are not perceiving

Jesus here as humble bread.

Turn them to the truly living

Let them see His flesh He's giving,

Then in truth be richly fed.

Many times my soul delighted

By this Sacrament that righted

How I see His love for me.

Passion trial now reminds us

 In what sinful state He finds us,

Longing ever to be free.

Bursting forth in blood and water

Giving all, our blessed Potter

To the clay His hands have made.

Filling pots beyond their measure

With His love a priceless treasure

To His table sinners bade.

Take this treasure to the masses

Let them see how love surpasses

All the world has to give.

In humility then steep us

Let Your Sacrament now keep us

In Your house with You to live.

Monday

So many times the thought at first,

Is, what will others think?

Within the world our thought immersed,

A stupefying drink.

The thought should be for God alone

No gods that we have made.

Would He who made us all condone,

And find His laws obeyed?

So easy just to go along

And god for me to be.

Then with my wooden beam belong

To those who cannot see.

Keep me always close to Thee

And let me not astray.

\Remove the wooden beam for me

To clearly see the way.

Tuesday

Lay your cares before the Lord

And trust His love will you afford

A way to bear your every trial

And make your suffering worthwhile.

The saints of old have done this well

And of His many blessings tell.

The road be narrow, long, and rough

But He provides with just enough.

Rarely early, never late

He leads His sheep unto the gate.

The humble that on Him rely

The saints of old exemplify.

Wednesday

Trim and teach the trees to grow

Speak aloud so all will know

How best to follow in His way

And bring to all the light of day.

Well cared for trees will bear much fruit

And nourish others in pursuit

Of peace and joy that comes to those

In whom the law of love now glows.

Thursday

A call to go prepare the way

Was given John back in his day.

The call was made within the womb

And he was faithful to his tomb.

Anointed for this special task

And he responded to the ask.

A simple life and meager food

But with the Spirit, one imbued.

The truth he would not water down

And those that listened to him found

Their hearts renewed and souls made clean

Then clear the will of God was seen.

But still, they must respond in kind

And way to follow Him best find

For many varied gifts, he gives

But simple yet the student lives.

Unfettered by the sins of greed,

But trusting God for every need.

His lamp be used to guide the way,

Although confused, they still obey.

Friday

A holocaust awaits if we

Continue down this road.

Refusing in the light to see

The gifts that he bestowed.

A Sacred Heart in love afire

He offers to us all.

A Heart to meet the soul's desire

By answering His call.

Saturday

A heart ablaze with love like His

The flaming heart of Mary is.

Entwined so closely to the Lord

With overflowing love outpoured.

What heart was ere so close to Him

As when her womb contained within

Creator of the stars at night

And source of everlasting light?

A Mother pure and undefiled

Brought forth in flesh, the Holy Child.

Her tender breast His source of food,

And there her heart with love imbued.