5/21/23 Through 5/27/23

 5/21/23 Through 5/27/23

Sunday

Rising up, He leaves dismayed

The ones before for whom He prayed

For there, He leaves them not alone

But seen with Spirit's gifts to own.

Each looking up, surprised are we

That such a task be given me

To preach the Gospel far and wide

But with the Spirit at our side

Two thousand years ago and more

A task was given on the shore

To tend the lambs and feed the sheep

And so, a blest tradition keep.

And here, this day, our task the same

To preach the wonders of the Name

Of Jesus Christ, our King and Lord

And bring the lost on Earth aboard.

Monday

Take courage for the battle's won

The crucified and precious Son

Has conquered over sin and shame

And rose with victory to claim.

The world will many troubles bring

But through it all, rejoice and sing

For peace will come in time of need

And through it all the Lord will lead.

Tuesday

To look upon my time below

I hope my progeny would know

There's none I give such great acclaim

As that of knowing Jesus' name.

I pray they've seen throughout the years

Especially as age appears

That Christ is all for me on earth

Far more than all my earthly worth.

This faith, to all, I've clearly shown

And tried to make my Savior known

But if the world's way you choose

That precious gift of faith you lose

I beg you, turn and see the light

Repent and shed the dark of night

The Shepherd seeks the wand'ring stray

To bring them back to light of day

Don't put it off another day

But turn and follow on the way

Of righteousness with Christ the King

And peace amid the chaos bring

Wednesday

For whom the end is coming soon,

There should no longer questions loom.

For Truth will come to all one day

And masquerading fall away.

The sooner we acknowledge this

The sooner we may find our bliss

For only Truth can set one free

For Truth will last eternally

No passing fad or brief escape

But that which shows authentic shape

Of all that needs His healing touch

And not some lying, failing crutch.

Thursday

In prison cell, the Lord stood by

To give a glimpse of how and why

Assuring he was on the road

To where the Gospel must be sowed

We too, may not quite understand

Exactly what the Lord has planned

But if we docile souls would be

His glory He will show to thee

For His are high above our ways

And we may only see a haze,

But in His sight the way is clear

So we must walk forgetting fear.

Friday

So, do you love me more than these?

Enough to sacrifice your ease?

Will you accept the cross I give

To teach your fellow man to live?

For us the question looms today

Just as it did in Peter's day

Upon the shore that blessed morn

That Peter as our head was born

A shepherd and a servant be

To all whose charge He gives to thee

And bring them to life-giving food

With faith and love, and fortitude

For in that food, with open eyes

They see beyond the bread disguise

To flesh that's offered for the soul

To feed and strengthen, and console.

Saturday

A harvest is of little good

If none will gather it for food

But sleek and wealthy will they be

Who seek and gather souls for Me

On food of heaven, they will feed

For I will meet their every need

And they that trust in me shall see

The Light for all eternity

Each prayer is answered as I will

Though some will have to suffer still

To gather in the harvest yield

And find at last that they've been healed.