7/31/22 Through 8/6/22
Sunday
Oh vanity of vanities
How little that we know
For all we gain upon the earth
Will one day have to go.
For none survive that final day
When life on earth shall cease
For then our money holds no sway
And fear will much increase
The stores we need are not obtained
By toil here below
But prayerfully is mercy gained
As treasure where we go.
Monday
Woe to those who make their truth
When all is but a lie
Who lead astray the tender youth
In wickedness to die.
Idolatry is hard to see
When god I make is me
In pride, our blindness, we can't see
If mirrored only me.
But humble see the naked truth
As plain before their eyes
And care about the tender youth
So lift the poor disguise
It's better known, the righteous way,
As hard as it may seem.
For truth alone will rule the day
And Christ alone redeem.
Tuesday
Here He comes across the water
Walking as upon the land
Surely this is He the Potter
Calling on to water stand.
Save me Lord for I am sinking
In the tempest all around
Faith be yours instead of thinking
I will save and you not drown.
Wednesday
Mercy for the huddled masses
Mercy for contemptible
With the Lord are no more classes,
Knowing Him attemptable.
Restoration of the nation
Even dogs will have their day
Give His mercy loud ovation
Mighty gifts for those who pray.
Thursday
If truly in our hearts His way,
Then why do we react this way?
We see the good and choose the bad
As if we never truth have had.
The whisper from the garden still
Inviting man to choose his will
To act not as we know we should
And turn from beauty, truth, and good.
Even those that know Him well
Will try to sacrificing quell
And choose a wider easy way
O'er sacrifice, and go astray.
But Lord receive me back again
With tears of sorrow swelling then
Humility in lieu of pride
With eyes affixed upon the prize.
Friday
Our actions account for the end of us all
Both wicked and virtued who answer His call.
The call is to make, His will first in our land
To love one another and live as He planned.
But selfish and perverted ways have crept in
And common in lives of the masses is sin.
So common the weakest are torn limb from limb
In name of our freedom, or just on a whim.
The cries of the children, the silence that screams,
How have we arrived at such wicked extremes?
Both mother and butcher proceed as they planned
Unknowing that doom is so quickly at hand.
Repent while the reaper is still on his way
there's still time for mercy, but do not delay.
Repentance must happen before that we die
Or sealed is our fate and forever we fry.
Saturday
Transfigured there before our eyes
No more a veiled or dim disguise
We fall before the glory seen
And try, but fail our sin to screen.
A light refulgent comes from Him
No cloth or cloud could ever dim.
It shines within, revealing there
How much we need our Father's care.
So let Your glory shine on me
Transfigured then my soul would be
With mercy granting eyes to see
The splendor of the Trinity.
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