9/11/22 Through 9/17/22

 9/11/22 Through 9/17/22

Sunday

The grief o'er one that's lost is great

So never stop or hesitate

To search for those astray and lost

And pray they find their Pentecost.

Encounter is the only way

To change the mind of those who stray.

So send, Lord, in their everyday

Your light to lead them on their way.

Monday

Oh Lord, I am not worthy

My life has none to show

That You should grace unworthy

And unto me to go.

A word is quite sufficient

No need to enter in

Alone it's beneficient

Your favor now to win.

Authority I've come to know

Extends beyond these walls,

And just a word from You will show

How evil, prostrate falls.

Tuesday

"Arise", He said, and life returned

Within the hearts of men there burned

A fire kindled by such love

That only comes from God above.

No power seen in mortal man

To execute so great a plan,

Restoring life to cold and dead

The Son of God, the Living Bread.

Let all men see such wonders here

Dispelling darkness, pain, and fear

Instilling love and mercy where

Had been but gloom and deep despair.

Wednesday

The cross be lifted high in me

That awful, deadly, rugged tree.

The source of my salvation bore

His agony, to me restore.

Pure love endured the cross and grave

To every sinner heal and save.

The sign of horror has become

The sign of life for everyone.

The seals there broken by the Lamb

Upon the wood, the Great I AM.

For flesh has conquered by a tree

As on a tree, man fell from Thee.

Thursday

Either yes, or either no,

How simple can it be?

Choose to die, or choose to grow,

Becoming more like Thee.

Satan said, "I will not serve."

And Mary, "Let it be."

All he tried to thus preserve,

But worthless came to be.

Mary's "all" was offered well

Throughout her time below

We, in gloried visions tell

How Christ she came to know.

Here the choice remains the same

In all we say and do.

Offer all you have to claim,

Or Christ Himself eschew.

Mother pure and undefiled

Please intercede for me

Graces grant your little child

That I, like you, may be.

Always saying, "Yes, my Lord."

For all I have is Yours

All is Yours with none in store,

For I, Your will, adore.

Friday

The resurrection of the dead

Is truth, that lives of martyrs spread.

Forsaking all, for that beyond.

Where everlasting light has dawned.

We say that this we all believe

So why to temporal do we cleave?

If life beyond, we trust is good,

Then giving all on earth we should.

For all that's here will pass away,

But lives of souls are here to stay.

Eternal bliss the freed will share,

But damned will keep their earthly fare.

For everything that earth contains

Is but a drop where Jesus reigns.

So cleave not to the earthly good,

But cleave unto the rugged wood.

Saturday

Dying well is my desire

Avoiding that eternal fire.

For all depends on how we die

And if, for holiness we try.

A simple servant, humble seed

That dies to fill another's need.

The old replaced by life anew

By total trust and faith in You.