5/28/23 Through 6/3/23

 5/28/23 Through 6/3/23

Sunday

The breath of God gives life to all

But all to sin, at some point fall

We need the Spirit's mighty wind

To save the masses that have sinned

The fire of love that Jesus showed

Must somehow in this world explode

To turn from self to common good

And let the Truth be understood

Oh, send once more the wind and flame

Be glorified, His Holy Name

Cut deep into the stony hearts

Replacing them with fleshy parts

Enable all with clarity

To see the fruits of charity

And also see where folly leads

So all would turn from evil deeds

Oh, use the feeble small, and weak

In ways of love and pow'r to speak

That all would know it's only You

Anointing what the humble do.

Monday

Lost is innocence in garden

Gone for now, to all on earth

Blinded eyes and hearts that harden

Longing for a second birth

On the cross, again in garden

Sinless hung, and there below

Perfect love obtaining pardon

That the sinner, love would know

One forgiving all the sinners

Who would come to Mercy know

Making poor and humble winners

In Love's soft and warming glow.

Maiden pure, and oh so holy

Fairest Mother ever be

Help me give myself as wholly

So to live with Christ and thee.

Tuesday

To find the peace He offers man

The man must give all that he can

To be as happy as the Christ

Our all, must too, be sacrificed.

Wednesday

Oh Lord, come visit man today

Let man rejoice, and dance, and pray

For light has come where darkness reigned

Eternal life the man has gained

Once barren, now in tender shoot

The will of God our one pursuit

For there our happiness is born

Just like that blessed Christmas morn

So we must go in haste each day

To quietly, and humbly pray

And there receive our daily bread

To be with hidden graces fed.

Thursday

Son of David, have pity on me

All that I ask, is please let me see

The cry of the beggar that comes to His ear

Is heard from the humble, as one loud and clear

The ways of the Lord, so high above ours

A purpose He gives to each of our scars

From the flash of a spark to the raging of fire

Our God is awake, and never will tire

He gives what we need in the timliest ways

His love will abound throughout all our days

The trials that come He works for our good

For He is our Savior we nailed to the wood

But the grave couldn't hold the King of all kings

By His resurrection, salvation He brings

The dark of the night is a thing of the past

The light of His love, forever will last.

Friday

Oh Lord, a feeble friend I've been

For close to me is careless sin

Not sin of blatant greed or vice,

But sin of lacking sacrifice

A fine facade put on for show,

But You, the naked truth well-know

I often fail to make the grade

Of saintliness to which You bade.

Constrained to what is here below

The truth of all I'll never know

That You are Way and Truth and Life

With words that cut as sharpest knife

A soul as mine, to You well-known

Great mysteries and wonders shown

But still a long long way to go

To in Your blessed graces grow.

I turn to You and plead for more

From in Your treasured Mercy store

That somehow, someday I would be

The person You intended me.

Saturday

How often too, I look to prove

What's right before my eyes

But evidence the heart can't move

If I persist in lies.

For well I've known what He commands

But claim unclarity

For I reject what He demands

Refusing Truth to see.

When right before my eyes He stands

In perfect charity

The model of what love demands

Contemptible to me.

I aks on what authority

He works His signs of grace

He turns the question back to me

Who fails to Truth embrace

How wretched and how wrong I've been

For failing to believe

Forgive my life of selfish sin

To Truth, now let me cleave.