8/28/22 Through 9/3/22
Sunday
Why will humble be exalted
And the prideful ones be faulted?
Why the first ones as the last ones
And the orphaned ones as sons?
In the realm of One so holy
Every man is oh, so lowly.
And all we value here below
Is like one simple flake of snow
Each He made a different shape.
Some great, some small, but all create.
The wonderland of wintertime
And all are beauty in His mind.
The proud prefer the old and gray
And follow in their selfish way
Invited but they cannot see
How good obedience would be.
But humble know their true position
And accept their simple mission
Just follow as the Master planned
And be a part of Wonderland.
Monday
The world should be a better place
Because of how we live.
Responding to abundant grace
And freely how we give.
If purity would rule the day
And lust be ever gone
Then children learn the proper way
To others they be drawn.
Tuesday
Lord help me lift the dim disguise
And see as evil with my eyes
The things that draw away from Thee
And focus all on only me.
Within me let Your Spirit dwell
With every gift my soul to swell
So You alone my soul adores
And all my ways be formed as Yours
Wednesday
It's time for eating solid food,
The word of God within you cued.
It's time for all to do their part
And more than just a smolder start.
To fan the flame of love received
Enlight'ning those by sin deceived
To shine the light where darkness reigns
And break the bond of evil chains.
The lame be cured, the captive freed
A time of favor then decreed
But each must answer well the call
And not His holy will forestall.
Thursday
Put in to deep water disciples are told
For there you will graces and mercies behold.
Then lower the net and prepare for a catch
A mission for you is about to be hatched.
Obedience finds in the weakest of men
The strength to endure every suffering when
His word they obey never counting the cost
Not mourning the pleasure or benefit lost.
But faithfully following His every word
As soon as it's spoken, as soon as it's heard.
The grace He'll supply every step of the way
And give you His strength every hour of the day.
Friday
Enilighten darkness deep within
Expose the motives of my sin
Bring healing where the flesh is torn
And bring the freshness of the morn.
The time is now to fast and pray
Illumine now the narrow way.
Make new the wineskin of my soul
Your love and mercy I extol.
Saturday
In emptiness your cup be filled
For this is what the Father willed
And naught you have is truly yours
As faith and trust alone secures.
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