7/17/22 Through 7/23/22

 7/17/22 Through 7/23/22

Sunday

What was it like to dine with Him,

This sacred guest you welcomed in?

The conversation and the food,

A melting of the heart ensued

His eyes so clear that pierced within

Illuminating every sin

Yet mercy flowing from above

As He reveals the Father's love.

Each word that penetrates the soul,

Not to condemn, but to console.

Describes a love beyond what's known

And feeds the hunger of the bone.

This meal is offered every day

But oh, so many stay away.

Let me receive this day anew

The sacred chance to dine with You.

Monday

The greatest mystery I know

Is why, on earth, we grace forego?

Abundantly it's offered yet

Ignored as if an idle threat.

A threat to make one good and pure,

A threat to all the sinful cure.

For grace would mean response to Him

And not consent to every whim.

The men of Ninevah could see,

So why so blinded folks like me?

And Sheba's queen could recognize

Great wisdom there before her eyes.

Yet often near the Font of Grace

I fail to holiness embrace

Then feed the flesh and not the soul

When grace would make this sinner whole.

The will, oh Lord, I wish to change,

Priorities to rearrange.

That I would answer yes to you

And let you make me fresh and new.

Tuesday

Sins into the ocean cast

Now see the future, not the past.

No longer slowed by weight of sin

Repentant sinners welcomed in.

Who but God alone is good,

Who hung our sins upon the wood,

And paid the price for man to live,

Who wishes only more to give?

Clemency no god has known,

For such belongs to God alone.

No gift of His held in reserve,

He gives far more than we deserve.

Wednesday

He wishes all would prophets be

With open eyes that clearly see,

That recognize the sin that kills,

And calls to what the Father wills.

He wishes all would prophets be

That humble selves to clearly see.

That God is God, and they are not

And all they have, from God they got.

He wishes all would prophets be

Repentant of their sins to see

Great mercy and great love provide

Forgiveness for our love denied.

He wishes all would prophets be

To light the way so others see

Their sin will lead to deep despair

When evil does the soul ensnare.

He wishes all would prophets be

That in the midst of calm they see

The storm that's brewing just ahead

And how the masses are misled.

He wishes all would prophets be

And in the mirror clearly see

The sinner with this sacred call

Must be corrected first of all.

Thursday

In parables that symbolize

The truth is spread before their eyes,

But blind they be and deaf to hear,

They cannot see the Lord is near.

I don't know why He's chosen me,

But know He's granted eyes that see.

What many miss and never know,

To me somehow the truth will show.

Yet words are feeble when I try

To speak to those who truth deny.

The mind is locked and closed the door.

They know not what they're looking for.

Somehow, I pray in stories told

One day they'd stumble on the gold.

And then that sparkle catch their eye

And they repent before they die.

For mercy is the season now

But all before the King will bow

And on that day will judgment be.

Oh God, be merciful to me.

Friday

Repentant of her many sins

A life with Jesus she begins

The love that draws her to the cross

Proclaims all other loves as loss.

There beneath the cross she stood

Her greatest love affixed to wood.

The future joy that she would know

Must first through horrid torment go.

A First Communion in the Blood

From Him the flowing crimson flood.

She tasted of the life Divine

From bruised and bloody fruitful vine.

The lifeless body laid to rest

Upon the Mother's tender breast

As many pondered moments swell

And of the sword that pierces tell.

Beyond the Sabbath she avowed

To come again without the crowd

To care for Him one final way

But found the stone was rolled away.

She peered inside and angel said

Why seek the living with the dead?

He goes before to Galilee

And there Apostles all shall see.

Saturday

The weeds among the wheat shall grow

But vastly different places go.

At harvest time when gathered in,

To fire those entrapped in sin.

But gathered in the Master's store

The wheat that bore good fruit and wore

The seal of Him who paid the price

And followed perfect true advice.

The ground receives both wheat and tare

And nourishes while waiting there

For each to yield its fruit and see

If good for bread or fire be.