10/22/23 Through 10/28/23

 10/22/23 Through 10/28/23

Sunday

First, we must see just how wretched we are

Whether lowliest servant or powerful czar.

Every talent was given by One who made all

So now the receivers must answer the call.

There is nothing of ours we could boast or acclaim

None worthy of boasting but His Holy Name.

So blest by our talents, the gifts we must share

And show to the masses there's none who compare.

Return what is due for all you've received

And share with the ones who have not yet believed.

He tasks us to be as His hands and His feet

Bringing lost to the Lord till our job is complete.

Monday

Now trust in God and not in things

For faith is what salvation brings.

What's cherished here on earth will fade

Where God is One in light arrayed.

No use those riches here below

For there above they bring us woe. 

The currency in land above

Is that of faith and hope and love.

And even here below we find

Great riches bring no peace of mind

There's always more we must obtain

Or greater store we wish to gain.

But faith in One who made it all

Will gratitude in man recall.

And trust in Providence will gain

A place where God alone shall reign.

Tuesday

Grace overflows where sin abounds

Among the faithful, trumpet sounds

A call to listen and obey,

To follow well the Master's way.

To be prepared what ere the time

To fight the foe, or mountain climb.

In steadfast love to ready be

what ere the time He comes for thee.

Blest are those who well-prepare

And grow not weary in despair

For if He tarries, know that He

Prepares a waiting feast for thee.

Wednesday

I want to be a slave that's true

A slave devoted unto You

A slave that works while You're away

A slave to listen and obey.

So strong the voice of self within

That draws me to the path of sin, 

But slow me down to hear and pray,

Give grace to act on what You say.

Make sacrifice my daily bread

That so my soul be richly fed,

And make me listen unto You

In all I say and all I do.

Thursday

A great divide is what I need

To fan the flame and blaze to feed

To reach a level closer still

Wherein His way becomes my will.

A slave to sin I still remain

And cause myself unneeded pain

When if my will, to His would bend

Then all my brokenness would mend.

So simple as is stated here.

Just act upon the word you hear

So build your house on rock to stand,

Or else you'll be on sinking sand.

But courage you must learn to know

Or else the sin will stronger grow.

Let love be that which drives the will

Then sacrifice, to have your fill.

What joy will then be yours to know

If where He leads you always go!

Then turn your back on selfish sin

To on the path of love begin.

Friday

A prison found within the soul

A self that blocks from being whole

Our tendency to do the sin

Than rather let His graces in.

A wretched sinner, every man

But still our God provides a plan

For man to live in endless day

If he repent, and then obey.

His grace is there, but needs you too.

A will to change the things you do.

Your every need He will supply

If you but to the self would die.

Saturday

Apostles all except for one

Were crucial to what had begun.

They preached the Word in fair or foul

Where faith was strong, or evil prowl.

Foundation stones securely laid

With blood, the blest apostles paid.

No threat could shake the love they knew

They suffered much for me and you.

To spread the word both far and wide

And one day stand with Him beside.

The task for you and me the same

If we desire the saintly fame.