12/4/22 Through 12/10/22

 12/4/22 Through 12/10/22

Sunday

To bear good fruit or be cut down

To wear the shame or wear the crown.

Two choices only one can make,

The one will build and other break.

Produce good fruit to show you've learned

That righteousness cannot be earned

By following the strictest law

Then turning from the poor you saw.

Far more than rules it takes to know

That love alone's the way to go.

If need is known, we're called to give

That all men in the truth can live.

Monday

My life confined within this bed

To Jesus now my friends are led

To carry me to meet the Lord

To find His grace and love outpoured.

No challenge they would not endure

To make my presence known for sure

Before the Healer that would say

Your sin is gone, be on your way.

The words of absolution heard

My sins forgiven seems absurd.

But rising now on knees made firm

My Lord and God I now affirm.

I challenge you as I have done

Seek out such friends this vict'ry won.

Such men whose faith is resolute

And aid you in this good pursuit.

The quest for goodness, truth, and love

The quest to reach that land above

The quest to find the Healer there

With truth and love beyond compare.

Tuesday

That none should perish, be His will

Yet turn to evil, men do still

The love and good he meant for man

He's offered them since time began.

But oh, how easily they stray

And follow not His freedom way.

The way of selfishness they choose

And way of righteousness they lose.

He searches when they wander far

And calls them out from where they are

To turn from sin and be made new

For all on earth, including you.

Not one that's found was not a stray

For all have sinned and gone their way

But those within the flock have learned

It's He for whom their hearts have yearned.

Wednesday

None could do what He has done,

Made the planets and the sun,

Made the stars that light the night,

Kept them burning ever bright.

He tires not through endless days

His alone are perfect ways.

He gives strength when needed most

He the Guest we long to host.

He, our hope and strength renewed

He, our holy drink and food

He, the yoke that's easy, light

He, our strength throughout the night.

Thursday

How beautiful to be so pure

No other with such great allure.

Would that women be like You

And such a purity imbue.

And men as well, with different eyes

Could look upon their maiden prize

And see a holiness within

Far deeper than unblemished skin.

With purity of heart and mind

Two such as these a gemstone find

And lay a cornerstone of love

The world around is jealous of.

Such purity is not for weak

But those a higher calling seek

Who wish the garden walks restored

And more of truth and love explored.

Friday

Let me hear Lord, let me see

All the ways I turn from Thee

Guide this sinful heart to newness,

Help me find Your liberty.

Music, many melodies

But to You are none of these

One alone that leads to trueness

One alone the heart can please.

Saturday

Spirit-filled from in the womb

From here did new Elijah bloom

To win the hearts of men for God

And spread his message far abroad.

We too, as Spirit-filled must be

Persistent in our search for Thee

Attentive to the words You say

And walk along the narrow way.

Ascetic in our ways to prove

That trials here cannot remove

The love of God for sinful man,

But serve to further on His plan.

Let every soul be Spirit-filled

For this is what the Father willed

Restoring walks at evening time

And talking with our Love sublime.