8/27/23 Through 9/2/23

 8/27/23 Through 9/2/23

Sunday

Who do you say that I am?

A prophet; a king; just a man?

Your answer will be quite revealing to Me

so answer as best as you can.

Monday

You hypocrites and blinded guides

You see not what the Lord provides

Your eyes and ears to earth are tuned

while Truth before you stands impugned

The light of day your deeds abhor

Phylacteries your teachers wore

Produce but filth and selfish gain,

To greed and pride, they simply train

You fail to see the light of day

Or recognize the Holy Way

Before your eyes and calling you

To turn from sin to life anew.

Tuesday

Arise and speak what I command

My words can heal this wicked land

Repentant souls can be made new

If you, My will, would simply do.

I call and yet so few will hear

The loss of worthless bling they fear

When what I offer shall endure

But what they have they feel is sure

They fail to see what long endures

And choose to grasp for sudden cures

But satisfaction slips away

As dew in the approaching day

So, you must be My voice to them

This tide of wickedness to stem

A window clear that all might see

The satisfaction found in Me.

Wednesday

All whitewashed tombs with dead men's bones

He calls the Pharisee who moans

Of how He cures on Sabbath rest

And tries to put Him to the test.

Such pride He sees as filth and rot

The sum of all the teacher's got.

Gnats they strain and camels swallow,

But the Word they never follow

So, do as said, and not as done

For such as they did prophets shun

By acts of love, the true are known

And opposite, are wicked shown.

Thursday

Always here and always ready

In a way that's clear and steady

Well aware to hear His bidding

Evil in our lives forbidding

Such is how His faithful living

All their lives attuned to giving

Work until His final entry

In His way, so elementary

But the fool that drags and dawdles

And for young, the vices models

Risks the loss of treasure mounting

By the Master's will discounting

Simple find the right direction

In their humble way's perfection

Simply do what He's commanding

And you'll find rewards outstanding

Friday

Many times the wise and foolish

Look the same in outward ways

Wise the docile, fools the mulish

In the Lord's perceiving gaze

One has come without preparing

One is ready, come what may

In the time of need no sharing

What you'll want that final day

Fond relationship one building

One concerned with only me

Hurried bling the foolish gilding

Wise, a well-made prize for Thee

Final day approaches steady

Be no fool that's unprepared

Be the virgin wise and ready

With the groom, the banquet shared

Saturday

The talents wasted bear no fruit

No benefit in our pursuit

Of lofty status there beyond

Where everlasting light has dawned

Each gift was meant for use below

To help the wand'ring children know

That God exists, and loves us so

He wishes each of us to grow

The status quo is wickedness

A stagnant swamp of uselessness

But flowing streams are not withdrawn

And grow along the path they're on

Accountable, each one shall be

To turn a profit here for Thee

So, let us bury not the gold

But use it well to more behold