7/30/23 Through 8/5/23

 7/30/23 Through 8/5/23

Sunday

Wisdom far exceeds great wealth,

Even fame and finest health.

Wisdom unreceived is void,

Moniker of life destroyed.

All be given, all obtained

Not a single thing remained.

Rich or poor you have it all,

Price to answer well His call.

Monday

So easily we're led astray

So easily we lose our way

Without our leader close at hand

We stray from what our Lord has planned.

The perseverance that we need

Must all temptation far exceed

For only when our faith is strong

Can we endure the trials long.

Tuesday

I pitch the meeting tent each morn

And pray the Cloud would come adorn

That in my weakness I might hear

The Voice of Love as loud and clear

The Guiding Light to lead the way

And govern me throughout the day

I beg for strength to follow well

So I may of His glories tell.

Wednesday

True value is what all pursue

But recognized by all too few

Enamored with the sparkle seen

So many choose the true obscene

The radiance of all that's true

Must shine to all who come to you

That they may see the pearl you own

Through faith in God and God alone

Light that's shared is undiminished

Still our task remains unfinished

Share the word, to you made known

So others too, this pearl can own.

Thursday

The storeroom holds both new and old

The shameful and the precious gold

But in the end, will fire try

And all but gold, in fire die.

Friday

When faith is lacking all seems lost.

Amid the wind, the waves are tossed

The key to weather well the storm

Is grow not ever, one lukewarm.

His wonder shines in every day

If we but look beyond the fray

To see His ordered will made known

And all His wondrous glory shown.

The learning of the sages show

How seed will sprout and fully grow

But none can see where life is found

Except the One and Great Renowned.

So swallow pride and know that He

Who lovingly created thee

Has placed that longing deep within

To turn from falsehood, dark, and sin.

To see the Truth in light of day

Then follow on His narrow way

To where the heart will find its home

And wander not, or blindly roam.

Saturday

Without the will to say what's true

A gruesome fate befalls to you

To some, it looks like evil wins

But each will pay for all their sins

The consequence of sin is real

And then the pleasure's lost appeal

So we must choose the Truth alone

And let our faith in God be known

A prophet killed is not the end

For God, His only Son did send

To conquer sin, the Cross and grave

And so, repentant sinners save

But woe to they that shun the Cross

For them is greater yet the loss

Eternal life in evil throes

Is where the hardened sinner goes

When self is king all love is gone

And all is darkness, never dawn

The damned, in justice, shall receive

The life of self to which they cleave.