1/1/23 Through 1/7/23

 1/1/23 Through 1/7/23

Sunday

The glorious title of Mother of God

Belongs to the Virgin the angels applaud

Whose "Yes" brought the world a Savior anew

And the One, from the cross, made her Mother of you.

Monday

Be one that clearly points the way

So all would learn and know to pray

Like John who daily called to turn

That man forever would not burn

So few today that know the way

That daily now have learned to pray

If we neglect Good News to share

Then we as well had best beware

Our labors too must point the way

To those we meet throughout the day

So all can see how we behave

To conquer o'er the waiting grave.

Tuesday

To be like Him, the Lamb of God

These gracious words my heart applaud

For what a gift to be as one

With God's most holy, precious Son.

But this He offers every time

The bells up in the steeple chime

And yet the few alone will find

The gift to which the most are blind

Let those in bondage wake and see

This daily gift of God to thee

Then come and feast upon this bread

The bread on which the angels fed.

Wednesday

What are you looking for, what do you seek?

One who is wealthy, handsome, and sleek?

Come with me and follow, then your eyes will see

All the world is hollow, solid though is Me.

Something that was seen in me

To catch the Master's eye

A something that would come to be

If love would purify

Thursday

To love one another, the duty of man

To treat as a brother the poor when you can

To suffer, enduring the wait and the pain

Is none but ensuring your heavenly gain.

Compassion and love are the roots of the gain

Our strength from above that never shall wane.

The Father will give what our labors deserve

He wants us to live without keeping reserve.

Friday

Eternal life that you may know

He came to earth to clearly show

Revealing how the all we own

Is love of God for man that's shown

The light that's hid so well by sin

Will welcome those repentant in

Then all that share this light of day

To perfect peace will find their way.

God has shown me many things

But all this knowledge ever brings

Is just how far I still must go

To all His love and power know.

Saturday

All grace, oh Mary, flows through you

All beauty here on earth, so too.

For God Himself took flesh in you

To save us from the wrong we do.

The majesty of mountains high

That reach unto the waiting sky

Cannot eclipse the yes you gave

That all in sin, your Son would save.

No beauty here on earth below

Compares to that above you know

For one no sin has touched is clean

A beauty only you have seen