10/9/22 Through 10/15/22

 10/9/22 Through 10/15/22

Sunday

In every moment every day

You guide and gently show the way.

You give what's needed for the time

Just like a little word to rhyme.

You ask I simply trust and say

"I'll listen Lord, and do Your way"

Somehow, some way there's all I need,

If I just well receive the seed.

If much or little, this be known

There's naught I've earned that now I own

For all is gift from God alone,

For He's the One the seed has sown

And grateful I must always be

For all the blessings given me.

And eyes must open wide to see

That I am nothing, ALL is He.

Monday

The Ninevites could see their crime

As Jonah prophesied in time,

And Sheba's queen arose to see

A wisdom of such great degree.

Far greater still the words of love

From He who came from up above.

And if ignored, accursed will be

The foolish who refuse to see.

No ordinary man was He

They hung upon the rugged tree.

It's here we see our sin revealed,

And here is where the sinner's healed.

But if we fail to hear One sent

And of our sinfulness repent,

Accursed the obstinate will be

Then ever bound in chain they'll be.

Tuesday

What lies inside the outer shell

The free or slave within will tell

The fruit will grow from that within

And show itself as good or sin

Regardless of the fame observed

Each received what they deserved

A clean and humble heart within,

Or clean facade, but filth within.

Wednesday

I cannot say with confidence

I've given all, and all is whence

I find the crown of vict'ry won

And face to face I meet the Son.

His will I want to clearly see

Without such ambiguity

But that would not require me

To use discernment, or be free.

Thursday

The Lord has made salvation known

Redeeming all with blood His own.

His grace in showers poured on man

So man could learn His holy plan.

His plan for love to rule the day,

Unselfish giving be the way.

Forgiveness ready offered where

Revenge and rancor find despair.

For happiness is in His law

As saints and martyrs clearly saw.

My goal to do as they have done

And find therein the vict'ry won.

Friday

The beauty of the sparrow,

A hummingbird or crow,

While looking very narrow,

At length begin to grow.

So too, with every beauty

We come across today

Each marvel of creation

Amazes in such way.

Smallest of the living things

No man could ere create.

All creation loudly rings,

"It's God who holds our fate."

So, give praise where praise is due

The Maker of us all

For all beauty that is you,

Is valued most of all.

Saturday

Here before the Eyes that see

A blinded beggar waits for Thee

To show the way and steer the ship

To weakly servants, well-equip.

The body be not well today

With factions pulling each their way.

A unity is needed here

Without suspicion, doubt, or fear.

Alone, the Spirit needs to be

The guiding light to help us see

The daily way to do Your will

And so our call to serve, fulfill.