9/18/22 Through 9/24/22

 9/18/22 Through 9/24/22

Sunday

Lift holy hands for those who rule

Regardless if they play the fool.

No argument or anger shown

But care for souls and souls alone.

The riches here will pass away

And those that cheat and steal will pay.

The poor they bought and sold for coin

Eternal peace shall one day join.

No master shares a subject bound,

Nor in eternal peace is found

A one with selfish claims of pride

With poor and humble side by side

The chasm deep and oh so wide

To separate the poor and pride.

Those faithful in the little things

To peaceful life with Him He brings.

Monday

Even what we think we own

Will one day fade away,

For something that is yet unknown

But then will rule the day.

Don't hold onto the paltry things

You think will make secure,

But cling unto the wood that brings

A life that will endure.

Freely share when ere you can

And so the light will grow.

Have love like Him for every man

That all the world may know

There's something far beyond the sea

Beyond this tiny globe,

Far more than eye could ever see

Or mortal mind could probe.

So turn unto the One that sees

And offer all you own

Put all your trust in Him who frees

Then ALL is what you'll own.

Tuesday

One chasing for bubbles among deadly snares

The foolish that for the truth never cares.

The soul of the wicked desires for ill

No thought do they give for the one that they kill

The ear that turns deaf at the cry of the poor

Is caught in the trapping of deadly allure,

But simple will see when the reaper has come

How foolish the ways of the arrogant one.

The gift of the truthful, the blessing of wise

Is be seen as a brother in Jesus's eyes.

For He that will listen and act on His word

Will always by Him in distresses be heard.

Wednesday

Apostle or prophet, pastor or teacher

Gifts are quite varied that someone might reach her.

Prostitute or profligate

He welcomes in by Mercy's gate.

The Body of Christ is a band of the cleaned

The gems from the mud and the mire He gleaned,

All sinners of the common kind

That mercy in their weakness find.

Stones from the dead He restores to new life

The souls that were lost, but then rescued from strife.

The living stones of love that build

The Temple that His Spirit filled.

Thursday

To search authentically to see

A one must poor and humble be,

Who recognizes all is Thine

And nothing here is truly mine.

The source of all in time and space

Of every single holy grace

Is God alone, the Holy Vine

Who beckons me to come and dine.

But if one comes to sup with Thee

They must display humility

For truth alone, Your presence stands

And all we have, Your love demands.

Friday

What time is it for me today?

A time to listen what You say,

A time to act and thus obey,

Or just a time to kneel and pray?

The time we're here on earth below

Is time that we must daily grow

It's time to learn the ways of love

That we might find our home above

So, fallen man He came to serve

Though none such treatment did deserve

For love before was barely known

But on the cross was fully shown.

We try, but one cannot ignore

That sacrifice is at love's core.

The emptying of selfish pride

To be like Him who freely died.

But time He spent within the grave

Was time He spent to heal and save

To call man to the time of love

In time eternal high above.

Saturday

All on earth is vanity

For dust becomes all that we see

The flesh must die for life to live

To find the life we all must give.

His Sacred Heart aflame in me

Must be the light that others see

For when my pride is in control

A darkness clouds my inner soul.

Lord, drive that darkness far away

O're all I have please hold Your sway

Till looking through the glass that's me

That all one sees is light from Thee.