7/16/23 Through7/22/23

 7/16/23 Through7/22/23

Sunday

So many barren fields today

A dry and rocky earth

Their fruitless lives are on display

Devoid of any worth

Parading through the streets in Pride

Convinced that they can say,

"I alone will now decide

Just who I am today."

So sad to see the little ones

So easily astrayed

When truth the foolish parent shuns

With only self obeyed

But there in all depravity

They revel on their way

Embracing all insanity

By making shades of gray

Oh Lord of all, come shine Your light

Illumine in the soul

Dispel the darkness of the night

And make the sinner whole.

Monday

A cross that lay upon the ground

Is where the deadly sloth is found

But where the cross is shouldered well

Is there are miracles we tell

The Master said "Pick up your cross,

And count your earthly gain as loss."

But suffer well and you will see

What blessing so is offered thee

A man in total self-control

Is always watching, on patrol

For ways of evil creeping in

To lead him on a way of sin

In suffering is love made pure

For those who patiently endure

Who bear their cross in quiet love

With sites affixed on that above.

Tuesday

We're saved in most unlikely ways

And God deserves the mighty praise

For when the eye can see no hope

The Lord provides a way to cope

A babe that's found among the reeds

Eventually, his people feeds.

The child sold as slave to end

Is one on whom they all depend

And here today, the pride of queers

So, evil wins, it thus appears

But somehow in these evil days

A humble one our God will raise

Then swallowed in the mighty sea

The evil hoard will surely be.

And dancing on the shore will be

The faithful ones who follow Thee

Wednesday

Not happy with just how I speak?

Something more profound you seek?

For you I've chosen rhyming words,

For Juan Diego, singing birds

I speak to all in different ways

To cut the fog and milky haze

Don't question what I choose to say,

But listen well and then obey.

I speak in ways you need to hear

To draw you every day more near 

So you must listen well to Me

And do all that I ask of thee.

I know your weaknesses quite well.

A list far longer I could tell,

But what I choose for you to do

Is rhyme the words I give to you.

However simple, bland, or plain

Now faithful to this task remain

For what I do you may not see

But you must trust and follow Me.

My ways far higher than your own

And on the earth, not clearly known

But in this tapestry I weave

Far more than man could ere perceive

Thursday

All you who labor, trust in His care

Whatever the burden, He'll help you to bear

Yoke of the slavery to sin be destroyed

A yoke that is easy from Christ be enjoyed.

Friday

Lord of the Sabbath, and Lord of the Earth

Your presence among us will bring us new birth

The eyes that were darkened, now see in the light

The Son is among us, No longer in night.

The grain of the field, today freely eat

For this is the day, Your Savior you meet

The Lord of the Sabbath and Lord of us all

Is searching for men to answer His call

Men of good reason who see through the haze

With no greater love to govern their days

Unburdened of sin by the grace of His word

Sharing with others Good News they have heard.

Saturday

The empty tomb before her stood

But yet had not she understood

That all He said had come to be

The captive now has been set free.

The tears of sorrow turn to glee

Our Christ has conquered death you see

All sin destroyed, and life made new

Now go and tell My chosen few.