8/6/23 Through 8/12/23

 8/6/23 Through 8/12/23

Sunday

Majesty upon the mountain

Glory shown as none before

There we see all grace's Fountain

One to worship and adore

There between the calls to suffer

Christ in all His glory shown

Weakly hearts to fill and buffer

From the trials yet unknown

Give us Lord, a view to glory

There amidst the evil throes

Make of us a useful story

That our progeny well-knows.

Monday

Feed me Father, here today

As once again I come to pray

Your manna falls for me each morn

A blessing like the newly born.

A feast to satisfy desire

A spark to start a blazing fire

A morsel tender, soft, and sweet

A sword to soundly sin defeat

Teach me how to spread this food

Teach me how to act when cued

Teach me how to ponder well

And how to of this manna tell

It's come to me as undeserved

So help me tell the underserved

Show me how to feed them well

And of Your many glories tell.

Food abundant You've provided

From the One Loaf here divided

To the altar every morn

The hungry come to be reborn.

Tuesday

The blind that lead the blind shall fall

Not those who answer well the call

For what corrupts is deep within

And blinds them to their selfish sin

So when the truth is thus concealed

With many sins left unrevealed

Forgiveness can't be offered those

Who sin and death have freely chose

Wednesday

The gravity of sin is known

For on the Cross was clearly shown

The suffering of sin made real

And what it took, the wounds to heal

No thing as just a "little sin"

For every one estranges Him

Each leads us farther from the Light

And further in to darkest night.

Until, at last, the light succumbs

And sin, our way of life becomes

Then all that's left is grim despair

And all we see is evil there

But hope remains before our death

Before we take our final breath

To turn and ask that He forgive

So we, eternally might live

For God is gracious, kind, and good

He conquered sin upon the wood

But ne'er will He oppose our choice

So lift a humble contrite voice.

Thursday

The ever-old is ever-new

And followed by so very few

To die to self, the very old

But few will ever be so bold

A little gift has often been

For stingy givers, we have been

But gift of all is rarely seen

And meager harvest mostly seen

Friday

What god is there before our God

For all but Him are but a fraud

Not one has loved his people so

To such great lengths as God to show

The plagues of Egypt, parted sea

The desert manna there for thee

With cloud by day and fire by night

His chosen people there unite

His Son not spared for love of man

The Cross and Grave the Father's plan

But resurrection, too prepared

To show how much, for man, He cared.

So why delay?  Repent and see

He waits with open arms for thee

He wishes not that one astray

He's clearly shown us well the way

Saturday

How little faith we see today

The trust we need seems far away

But help is always close at hand

For those who follow His command

Command to take the mustard seed

And let it grow for times of need

To move the mountains in our way

And usher in a brighter day

For One alone is God for all 

His voice a clear and clarion call

His word the lamp to light our way

And keep before us through the day