7/9/23 Through 7/15/23

 7/9/23 Through 7/15/23

Sunday

What little ones have come to know

In innocence takes root to grow

And in humility we find

The Father's will and peace of mind

Come you burdened, all who labor

Come and find a peaceful rest

Come and bring a welcome neighbor

All your worries here divest

Monday

A woman on the fringes tries

To follow Him with steadfast eyes

To find a way to touch the hem

And so, her flow of blood to stem

When so she does, and sure enough

The power from that simple touch

Did cure her malady and gain

Her place of everlasting fame

For many read her story now

And seek to find a cure somehow

To maladies of every kind,

Both physical and in the mind

And oft-repeated since that day

For simple souls who humbly pray

The smallest touch from Love Divine

Can cure the aching heart of thine.

Tuesday

Here the harvest rich and new

Awaits a gathering by you

Here are crops that richly grew

But those to harvest them are few

Don't leave the crops to bloom and fade

For that's not why each plant was made

For each could feed a myriad

If we but harvest labor had.

Wednesday

When hunger comes we seek the bread

For then we see by whom we're fed

When all within our power's gone

We turn to where all power's drawn

In times of plenty we forget

That all we have is but our debt

To God alone who gives us all

And to complacency, we fall

So look around and blessings see

The many ways He cares for thee

Then give Him glory, honor too

And know how much He blesses you

Thursday

One day at a time and we'll see in the end

How deftly they're woven and beautifully blend

In the tapestry of the Lord's mighty will

Where trials seemed empty, and colors now fill.

The grace of the moment, the key to it all

The means that by which we answer the call

Our every success that we see in the end

Did only on grace and acceptance depend

Oh, grant me a will that will see and respond

With every success, only strengthen the bond

Let me never succumb to evil desire

But lead me to sing in the heavenly choir.

Friday

Among the wolves, a single sheep

To faithfully her vigil keep

Of prayer unto the God above

Who filled her with self-giving love

The Lily of the Mohawks glowed

And graces from her freely flowed

When after death was clearly shown

The face before, which God had known.

Saturday

His good returned for evil

His blessings for his foes

God's provident retrieval

To free them from their woes

The elders serve the younger

They bow to him in shame

The one to slake their hunger

His brothers will reclaim

Prefiguring a Savior

For all of man to come

Benevolent behavior

Reflective of the Son

Dreamer's dream beholding

With sun and moon, and stars

In truth, his dream unfolding

But healing distant scars.