9/4/22 Through 9/10/22

 9/4/22 Through 9/10/22

Sunday

All lesser loves must fall away
For man to find the winsome way.

Family too, is but a dream 

When juxtaposed to Love Supreme.

I offer all this day to You 

And plead You guide me safely through

Each minute, hour, and every day

I beg Your mercy on the way.

For oft, I've strayed and looked to gold

To be my refuge from the cold,

Or looked and found created things

I turned into my useless kings.

No more I wish to play the fool

The flame of faith I wish to fuel

I beg You let me share Your cross

And count all other gains as loss.

Monday

The hands, for good or ill, may serve

I look at them and there observe

A mix of good and bad achieved

But by the many sins aggrieved.

Each withered in so many ways

By sin throughout the many days

Longing to be healed by Thee,

A crooked sinner, straight and free.

Tuesday

A single touch can bring a change

A single word can rearrange

The way we think and how we act

And what, from Him that we extract.

Prepare my soul oh Lord, to hear

And fill me with that holy fear

That dreading to offend at all

I answer readily Your call.

Wednesday

Lord if You walked the earth today

Of how I live, what would You say?

Would I be blest, or I be woe?

In honesty, I do not know.

I've labored for the things I own

But where I stand is yet unknown.

For have I done as You desire,

Or seek to many things acquire?

I fear to see what might have been

If just more docile I had been.

And what if souls were lost by me

Neglecting well to speak of Thee?

It's none but mercy that I plead

And beg the saints to intercede

That by His blood I be made clean

And only in His blood be seen.

Thursday

All works together for our good

Revealing One they nailed to wood

The darkest hour will be as light

When He returns in pow'r and might.

Fear not the present trial borne

For after darkness comes the morn

And light will make the suff'ring seem

As nothing but a far-off dream.

Friday

Cure my blindness, help me to see

All where I'm lacking closeness to Thee.

Just how my selfishness pride and conceit,

In truth, what I'm proud of will be my defeat.

Make me a servant, humble and true.

May I be counted as one of Your few.

One serving the poor and the needy You love

As just one of the poor and the needy thereof.

Saturday

Queen of Silence, Blessed Mother

Teach me how to love like you

One with Christ as like no other

Grant the grace of holy view.

You that pondered all was given

Clear the mind that I may hear

From my heart be evil driven

That His word be loud and clear.

Only in the silence granted

Clarity of purpose known

In the heart, His word implanted

Seeds of wisdom there are grown.

Built on rock through meditation

Acting on the word we hear

Often heard in adoration

Where His presence, oh so near.

Grant that every generation

Come to know what you have known

Blessing every land and nation

Feeding every seed that's sown.