11/20/22 Through 11/26/22

 11/20/22 Through 11/26/22

Sunday

Who is King of all the earth?

Who arrived by Virgin birth?

Who in quiet home was raised?

Who for death on Cross is praised?

Who as king, would humble bring

Healing for the suffering,

Freedom for the ones enslaved

Newness for the ones depraved?

One alone, no other stands

One alone, with just commands.

One with Cross as bully throne,

One as God, and God alone.

Jesus Christ the King of kings.

Jesus Christ, salvation brings.

Jesus Christ, my worthy Lord.

Jesus Christ, to be adored.

None before such height have scaled

All since then, in light have paled.

Only One of perfect love

Christ our King and Lord of Love.

Monday

I wish I knew with motives pure

What's asked of me in life for sure

But nothing's ever quite so clear

And few so clear a voice will hear.

As most will simply move along

In hope to find where they belong

By happenstance or simple fate

And not the voice of God await.

An active plea I make to know

With certainty, the way to go

To see the way illumined bright

Instead of just by candlelight.

But not the way He often works

And very few receive these perks.

For most a step ahead is shown

And what's beyond is yet unknown.

Our Mother too would walk this way

By greeting Him in every day

With "I am Yours, my Lord Divine,

So on Your path let brightness shine."

The way be narrow, hard, and steep

But safe my steps upon it keep.

Although that road, by many crossed,

Your will be done, and mine be lost.

Tuesday

Cecelia, vintage fully ripe

A beauty not of earthly type

In prayer and love, she turned away

The trappings of the temporal way.

She gladly took her place among

The martyrs as His praises sung

When led to death a beauty shone

That comes from loving God alone.

So too, we're called to shine the light

Let beauty bring about delight

Amidst a world of dark and sin

Let beauty there a change begin.

When touched by that, that's pure and clean

Through darkest night the truth is seen

And broken hearts in tears of joy

Forgiveness and great love employ.

Be one to make the beauty seen

Be one of heart that's pure and clean

Find love that prompts to give Him all

And answer well of Beauty's call.

Wednesday

The end is coming soon for me

I pray that clear the way I see

And cower not from earthly loss

But cling unto the Blessed Cross.

For only there is freedom found

Where Christ Himself, with thorns was crowned.

The gift of all we have to give

Is that which lets us truly live.

Forgive me Lord for when I've failed

When greed instead of love prevailed.

Grant mercy to this sinner when

I stand before the Great Amen.

Thursday

A dreadful day when judgment comes

When all our graft, well-known becomes

When sins of all are clearly seen

And we must face the judgment scene.

Because of blessings unaware

So many gifts were squandered there

By pride, and avarice, and greed

Instead of tending other's need.

Nowhere to turn, nowhere to hide,

No advocate to plead our side.

No call but "Mercy, Mercy, Lord"

I can't afford a just reward.

Friday

Judged by deeds done here below

On scrolls believed that none would know

Reality could none deny,

Forever in the fire fry.

That way is easy, broad, and smooth

But in that lake, no balm will soothe.

The torments there forever burn,

From there the wicked, never turn.

That final death, the choice be made

Eternal flame to never fade.

Locked below forevermore

With none but self to there adore.

But those who saw the signs below

Forever in the heights will know

The rest and comfort He provides

To those His Holy Spirit guides.

Saturday

These days we ponder what's ahead

We pay respects to all our dead

We pray for souls in cleansing fire

That Heaven's fullness they acquire.

So too, we look to times ahead

And ponder days when we are dead...

Will we be sober and alert

In order to His wrath avert?

So often dreamy tales are told

Of what it's like to God behold

But there before Almighty God

What man could there, his life applaud?

The sins of youth and sins of the age

All worthy of a deadly wage.

The sins of heart and sins of mind

Are brutal wickedness I find.

The comforts of my selfish greed

Be viewed that day as foolish need

When seen the poor I could have saved

Had I not been the one depraved.

The lust for pleasure, wealth, and fame

That day will offer none but shame

Each little lie or god we made

Against the Truth shall be arrayed.

So many sins now widely known

Desreving that I be disowned.

I fear that fateful day I die,

But "Jesus, Mercy." be my cry