10/23/22 Through 10/29/22

 10/23/22 Through 10/29/22

Sunday

Too easy, Lord to see in me

The traits of one such Pharisee

That boasted of his trust in law,

But never through the mire saw,

Or ones who found some "first" to do

Each time they heard a call from You.

A foolish maiden lacking oil,

A one engaged in useless toil

For all of these I clearly see

Are fools sometimes describing me.

But too, I pray, that You will see

When judgment comes, humility.

For all that pride has done for me

Is shown how little I can see.

What blinded fools on earth we are

That could not make a single star,

Breathe life into a body cold,

Or find a way, a thought to mold.

But You have made each work of art

And in each work, free will impart.

This "will", the greatest work of all,

Both given great and given small.

A choice to make a god of me

Or choice to praise Your Deity.

Please do what must be done in me

That wise and humble I should be

So when that fateful day arrives,

My soul, repentant, yet survives.

Monday

Ought naught this child be rendered free

And cured of her infirmity?

Is Sabbath rest more dear to thee?

Then you and I must disagree.

The time is now that all be healed

The love of God to be revealed

A Sabbath rest is good you see

But better, cured infirmity.

Tuesday

A little goes a long long way

Sometimes it's just a word You say

That sparks a thought and starts a chain

That draws unto eternal gain

A flash of light that clearly shows

The path by which salvation goes

Or word of caution in the night 

To draw me to the ways of right

Let grow in me that mustard seed

Providing shelter that I need

That one day I might come to be

The way that You intended me.

Wednesday

All is well when all goes well

According to His plan

When evil comes we must not dwell

Within the realm of man

But see beyond the trial here

To find the narrow gate

And rise unto a higher tier

In hope, as we await.

His coming here gives hope to all

That find the narrow way,

But first we must address the call

And humbly, Him obey.

Thursday

There's war that rages deep within

The war of righteousness and sin

A fight with powers yet unseen

To draw us down, or keep us clean.

The weapons given man to wield

Are more than normal sword and shield

But weapons from the Spirit's store

That arm us for this bitter war.

A war already won by Christ

Who on the cross, so highly priced

As Spotless Lamb, atoned for sin

So men could His salvation win.

Friday

May I build a firm foundation

May all sin be overcome

May it last my full duration

Never it, to pride succumb.

Handed on for generations

Each to come, inspired by love

Faithful born to change the nations

Setting sights on land above.

Noting how they love another

Preaching well without the words

Neighbor loved akin to brother

Peace and harmony begirds.

Saturday

Life is but a simple sojourn

Love to Love our destiny

Satisfied, we yet although yearn

For a land we cannot see

His the will that must be chosen

That the man be truly free

Otherwise, in slavery frozen

Chained in selfish misery

Be the lower, others higher

Every opportunity

Hopefully, by this acquire

Access to humility

Knowing how the heart is haughty

Seeking self at every turn

Humble is the way we ought be

So a higher place to earn.