6/26/22 Through 7/2/22

 6/26/22 Through 7/2/22

Sunday

This morning here I plow again

The soil of my heart.

I turn my gaze from other men

And inwardly I start

To see the ways I've turned from Him

And to the mortal flesh.

The light I've covered, making dim,

And zeal I must refresh.

So easy to be satisfied

And take the wider road

Then in a downward spiral glide

And trample seed once sowed.

The days are full, and time is now

To resolutely turn

To Christ the King, and then avow

For Thee, I truly yearn.

Monday

The King, no place to lay His head

Yet has within what prophets said.

A peaceful, calm, and trusting way

That is His strength in every day.

Without the world, He still survives

And on the food of God He thrives.

Obedience the strength He shows

To conquer all the world's woes.

Tuesday

Listen well to prophecy

Let it penetrate and see

How much He loves and cares for thee,

And why, corrective, He will be.

Angry water, wind so high

Fear for all that we may die,

Rebuked for how we've turned away

Forgetful of our Master's way.

Trusting while in stormy seas,

Seeking daily on our knees

Amidst the storm will bring us calm

And be our helpful, healing balm.

Wednesday

It's pillars were gone, it should have collapsed,

But two thousand years and more have elapsed

And still on the earth, she proclaims with a zeal

The message of love and His sacrifice real.

Aided each day by the Mother and Son

Who both at the Cross, our victory won.

His all that He gave us, in bread and in wine

Is that which will save us, far more than a sign.

Each day awaits a trial new

Another test for folks like you

But faithful meet it all head-on

And so the Church will carry on.

Thursday

Speak when ere you hear His voice

A simple yes, let be your choice.

Follow promptings given you

Be not surprised what He will do.

Those that bear the stretcher find

He answers them as well in kind.

Sin removed and joints made strong,

We once again, to Him belong.

Friday

A famine worse than any known,

No crop to yield from seed that's sown.

No lamp to light the traveller's way,

No whisper sound to point the way.

It scares me more than lack of food

To think the One my heart's pursued

Would speak not for my daily bread

And thus my spirit go unfed.

I long for every morsel sweet

My sustenance, my bread and meat.

Without Your word I can't survive,

Your loving voice keeps me alive.

Bring not this famine to our land,

But change the hearts that evil planned.

Renew the minds of those grown cold,

And gather strays within Your fold.

Saturday

A vision of heaven think clearly we see

Yet best we imagine is happy with glee.

The day sure is coming, in fact, it is near

When life in the now, is life without fear.

The wine of this vineyard, a new skin requires

Or lost be they both, and smashed our desires.

A new way of thinking, of self as the least.

A way of forgiveness to conquer the beast.

So join with another and strengthen the two

Implore from the Lord all His graces for you.

Taste of the sweetness of love from the Vine.

See all He has promised and know it is thine.