11/13/22 Through 11/19/22

 11/13/22 Through 11/19/22

Sunday

Famine and drought, earthquake and plague
The voice of the Lord, infrequent and vague
Times they are coming, behold they are near

Speak with authority having no fear

Though friends will abandon, and family will flee

Fear not, in the middle of troubles is Me.

When brought before powers and kings of the land

The source of your courage and strength is at hand.

Prepare no defense, for worthless it be

When time comes for speaking, the blinded will see

In wisdom and power the word be proclaimed

Let none with the faith in our God be ashamed.

Let nothing they say, and nothing they do

Discourage the will to love that's in you.

For we know Good Friday appeared as a loss

But victory that day, was won on the cross.

Then rising on Sunday, the day of the Lord

Were graces and blessings abundant out-poured

The worst of the worst, no power could claim

O'er Jesus, Our Lord, the Holiest Name!

Monday

The simple words, "I want to see."

Are simply those describing me.

I want to see His work each day

And know He hears me when I pray.

I've seen enough throughout the years

In times of mirth or times of tears

To know without a doubt He cares

And in my every trouble shares.

In beauty of the world around

The Master's hand is always found

If we just simply look and see

How ordered all He made to be.

Each miracle He made to be

A window to his love for thee.

They're all around us every day

If eyes are opened all the way.

So ask He show you clear today

His love to show you clear the way

So eyes be ready, mind be clear

And you will know that Love is near.

Tuesday

The eyes of man are slow to see

The things that clear to God will be

How some abandon faith in storm

And others let it grow lukewarm.

So too, He sees in evil men

A wish that they could start again

A curiosity that grows

And wish to settle what he owes.

To both, His word attacks the soul

And shows they need to be made whole

By trusting all to Him who saves

And freeing all whom sin enslaves.

Wednesday

A vision far beyond the stars

With myriads of avatars

Around the throne of One on high

All singing Holy, Holy nigh.

The words inadequate all seem

To tell about this sacred dream

Yet true it was, and this I know

That here it is, I long to go.

It's strange and scary, that is true,

But such a love I never knew.

The Lamb was slain, yet on the throne

The greatest love one's ever known.

No eye has seen, nor ear has heard

Such sight or sound when with the Word

And so bazaar descriptions seem

Of what I saw within my dream.

Thursday

Just knowing that which makes for peace

Is not enough to make war cease.

The doing is the key to bring

The lost to where His praises sing.

Those suff'ring, yet forgiving those

Through pride and selfishness have chose

To turn from love to lust and greed

And appetites for evil feed.

The Cross is where the victory's won

Through imitation of the Son

By love, the enemy will see

In truth, the Son of God was He.

When crosses lined the Roman street

Twas there the pagan heart did meet

The love that conquers every sin

And then, a turn to love begin.

It seems a loss, that we should die,

But not within the Savior's eye.

In giving all is where we win

The victory over death and sin.

Friday

How sweet the word of God to me

But others, not the way they see.

It sours those of evil ways

Who feed the self throughout their days.

Your word looks out to God and man,

A holy, loving, giving plan.

A sweetness for the ways of light,

But sour to the dark of night.

So too, in me is well-received

When first is planted there the seed,

But when demands are fully known

The stomach then has sour grown.

Let not the fear of loss have rein

The word of God is always gain.

But faith and trust is needed there

To find this love beyond compare.

When sweetness and the sour endured,

Pure love eternal then insured.

For through the Cross's earthly pain

Comes Heaven's sweet eternal gain.

Saturday

The resurrection of the dead

Is truth for all, as Jesus said.

But where we spend eternity

Must be where man is truly free.

For here on earth the stain of sin

Has barred the man from coming in.

But Christ the perfect sacrifice

For all our sin, has paid the price.

If man repents and turns to God

Rejecting now his false facade

The doors to heaven open wide

And man is beckoned, "Come inside."

But if intransigent, he stays

Refusing to amend his ways

Then steeped in evil they will see,

Eternal death would better be.