10/30/22 Through 11/5/22

 10/30/22 Through 11/5/22

Sunday

The all we know, a drop of dew

So far above, Your creatures You.

The universe a grain of sand 

So deftly sifted in Your hand.

Yet mercy be Your greatest gift

As souls in depth of sin You lift.

To see the beauty of Your love

And strive to find their home above.

The sinner knows his need for You

For all the evil things we do

Are just a cry to fill the soul

And make the wretched sinner whole.

But only You can satisfy

And not the selfish things we try

They only leave us empty still

And further from Your holy will.

So, call us down from in the tree

And clearly let us goodness see,

Then find the love that satisfies

Before the wretched sinner dies.

Monday

A brother's keeper I must be

By showing hospitality

And caring for the blind and lame

My selfish greedy ways to tame.

The poor reveal the ones we are

From Jesus separated far,

For He was One with poor and low

And He's the One that we should know.

Tuesday

A saint is what I'd like to be

A one of such integrity

To pass the test and waver not

By giving God the all I've got.

The struggle seems a hill to climb

And what I see with every time

I conquer yet another sin

I see there's battles yet to win.

So far away perfection seems

But even so, within my dreams

I see the splendor waiting there

If just another thing I'd share.

The call for everything is clear

But useless chattel held so dear

Will block the way to Heaven's door

And keep me from obtaining more.

So send Your fire to burn away

Whatever o'er me holds such sway

That cleansed of all the dark of sin

This little light be welcomed in.

And then amid Your blinding light

I'll see the saints in robes of white

All praising 'round Your gloried throne

And know at last, I've made it home.

Wednesday

Appointed once for man to die

And then to judgment in the sky

Each earthly life will have its end,

So why, on earthly things depend?

If judgment weighs our merit then,

Then why give heed to sinful men?

With deeds unseen proclaimed on high,

The truth is known for all who die.

This life is just a door to see

How we prefer eternity.

Absorbed in self, that none we give,

Or bathed in light to fully live.

The final choice we have that day

Forever that is how we'll stay.

As nothing given, nothing gained,

Or giving all, with ALL obtained.

Thursday

In riches and in great success

To pride we tend to acquiesce

We fail to see our blessings clear

And think that we made them appear.

The word of God reflects Thy rays

And creatures here Your anthem raise

Give life to all who look to You

And follow well His word for You.

Friday

There's someone watching what you do

In hope someday to be like you

I pray you're leading to the cross

For other ways are none but loss.

Don't let the gods of earth have rule

Don't be their doting earthly fool.

The cross of Christ is where to go

To peace, and joy, and freedom know.

The wise of worldly ways are shrewd

Consumed with wealth, and fame, and food

But in the Cross is life for those

That good, and truth, and beauty chose.

How sacrifice can bring such good

Not easily is understood

But Purest Love upon the tree,

Was from the bonds of death, set free.

Eternal life is what we seek

And Christ is whom of which we speak,

And wisdom of the world will fail,

But in the end will Christ prevail.

Saturday

Oh, mother of that precious Son

The wise and gracious Holy One

For man, salvation was procured

By many trials you endured.

Obedience, your standard set

With every trial ever met.

By trusting in the angel's word

More clear the voice of God was heard.

The thirty years are hidden well.

The many stories you could tell

Of how you came to understand

Exactly what the Father planned.

At every turn you well-obeyed

And often there with Him you prayed

Your hearts aligned so pure and true

That seeing Him was seeing you.

I'd love to know in great detail

How He began to lift the veil

And give you strength to all endure

While keeping sinless, good, and pure.