10/1/23 Through 10/7/23

 10/1/23 Through 10/7/23

Sunday

The irony, not lost on me

That learned are such fools.

For pride is blinding what they see

And what they learned in schools.

The Lord of all we see and know

Has clearly shown the way

To where on earth that we should go

To never go astray

The Church He gave to be our guide

And with us on our way

Forgiving when we fall to pride

And teaching us to pray.

Her Sacrament, a refuge for

A sinner such as me

Who wants to love and wants to soar

Yet turns from being free.

Monday

Oh, angel present all my days

Give light in darkness, lift the haze.

Protect and guard each step I take

Receptive to His will, mine make.

In ways I should have recognized

You prompted soul, and will advised

From many snares, you saved my soul

Fulfilling well your given role.

But often too, I've turned away

When all too hard I found the way.

Then you would lead me to return

And always something more I'd learn.

So good He is who made us all

His "Come to Me." that blessed call.

And you my precious holy guide

He charges, "Bring him to My side."

I pray to follow well your lead

And all your subtle promptings heed.

That nevermore, astray I'd go

And only truth and goodness know.

Tuesday

In resolute determination

Jesus works to save each nation

All are precious in His seeing

Every single human being.

If we too, adopt His thinking

Not from pain or trial shrinking

Men will recognize the sweetness

And in Him find their completeness.

Lost will beg, "Let me come with you."

Foreigners as well will wish to

When they see that God is guiding

And your every need providing.

Even when in desolation

Steadfast for the whole duration

Love's incredible assurance

Always there to grant endurance.

Wednesday

The charge, "Rebuild." is made to man

To what was there when time began

A unity profound and deep

Between the Shepherd and His sheep.

But sin destroyed the temple there

For men were walking unaware

That every little turn from Him

Made prospects ever grow more dim.

Until they looked around to see

Such ruin for their destiny

And try to turn before too late

To change their dark and awful fate.

Thursday

To reach the soul that's sick with sin

And bring a healing deep within

Among the wolves, you send the sheep

And many with afflictions steep.

Then somehow weak are made the strong

And winners, those who suffer long

For when we trust in You alone

Our finest seeds of love are sown.

The fruit may not be ready seen

But in their minds the many glean

A morsel there to ponder well,

An maybe later, one to tell.

Friday

So many times we've turned away

So many times we've gone astray

So much You've given all mankind

And yet so little love can find.

Released from Egypt's fetters bound

Unfaithful in the desert found

With plenty blessed in Promised Land

But disobeying Your command.

Your Son not spared to save our race

Yet still our sin brings great disgrace

Your patience far beyond our own

A love like Yours was never known.

So once again Lord, please forgive 

With You, your servant wants to live

I wish to leave my sin behind

And so, Your peace and wisdom find.

Purgation may I undergo

Then only pure and holy know

With spot and wrinkle gone from me

To spend with You, eternity.

Saturday

Turn ten times more to seek Him

Let every heart remain

No need to sing a bleak hymn

Arisen, Lamb once slain.

As captives gone, in joy returned

Remembered by our God

Those smitten so, but never spurned

The cold, by love are thawed.