10/16/22 Through 10/22/22

 10/16/22 Through 10/22/22

Sunday

Persistent prayer reminds the soul

That He alone can make us whole

Our every need His grace supplies

And they that trust His will are wise

Monday

When barns are full we tend to be

The blinded fools that cannot see

That every blessing granted me

Was meant to find eternity

The transient blessings here below

Are sent to help the people know

The Lord provides for all we need

If we receive, in love, the seed.

With little, some can see the way

More clearly than the wealthy may

His handiwork was made for love

And we are bless-ed works thereof.

So poverty is blessing too

When clear you see that it's not you

But God who calls for love to reign

That brings about our every gain.

Tuesday

Mercy and forgiveness

We see among the words

Divinely ordered business

To spread among the herds

Harvest rich and plentiful

But laborers are few

Beseech the Master seminal

Send workers there with you

Wednesday

Much given and expected here

But what is needed is not clear

The fog must lift to see the way

While anxiously I wait and pray

A hopeless case I see ahead

Yet still, I try the word to spread

And plod along a weary man

Just doing what I think I can.

Thursday

Much more than one could ever ask

Accomplished as a simple task

By Him who works within the soul

To make the humble sinner whole

More than mind can yet imagine

Worked by God in they that have been

Given eyes of faith that see

His height, and depth of love for thee.

Grounded, rooted, deep in love

Descends the Spirit from above

That mortal man might comprehend

His burning love that has no end.

Friday

So why not see the light of day,

Why turn and look the other way?

You see the clouds and call for rain,

Why not the sin that calls for pain?

More perfect man can always be

Until, at last, of sin set free.

So work for virtue every chance

Don't give the sin a second glance.

Then exercise the gifts you own

And make His love more widely known.

It's in this way you grow the more

And build a lasting holy store.

Saturday

Bear fruit or be cut down He said

And so, upon the cross, he bled.

For all is what it takes to live, 

And all is what He asks you give.

What's hoarded by the selfish tree

Will blind one to the Master's plea,

That every gift that we would share

And that is how we show we care.