10/29/23 Through 11/4/23

 10/29/23 Through 11/4/23

Sunday

Two simple laws that say it all 

They work for great and work for small

They work at night and work in day

In what you do and what you say.

Because God loves, we must love too

We must reflect what He would do

For Heaven holds no base desire

The place for that's eternal fire.

Monday

Unable to erectly stand

We need His strong and healing hand

To touch our bent and weary frame

To heal the sick, the blind, and lame.

Tuesday

Hope is why we plant the seed

The hope to grow and spread and feed

Though not in hand we still press on

For hope is what we're counting on.

The hope that one day all might see

The banquet there prepared by Thee

The hope repentance rules the day

And not continued sin's decay.

A hope for better times ahead

A hope for time beyond the dead

Where truth and peace and joy shall reign

And man, his former splendor gain.

Wednesday

Somewhere far beyond the mind

The saints in all their glory find

The land where milk and honey flows

Whereto the poor in spirit goes

Where those who mourn shall be consoled

And saints receive far more than gold.

For great the love on man bestowed

To see the land where glory glowed

From all eternity before

And on into forevermore.

Glory, wisdom, thanks, and blessing

Loving God, each soul caressing.

Thursday

I wish I had such love to give

As Jesus did for man to live

A care for others more than me

To far beyond the temporal see.

Paul understood and recognized

The greatest gift most highly prized

Is when we give the self away

To rescue lost and save the stray.

Today we've turned it upside down

The self-indulgent life we crown

As that to model and obey

But where it leads, I dare not say.

Friday

Oh, when they see, I pray they turn

For every man will one day learn

That God is God and they are not

And God is ALL, not what they've got.

Saturday

Far easier to criticize

Than offer help without the whys.

Don't be like Pharisees in pride

Who never help, but always chide.

True, man is none but simple dust.

But simple dust that's called to trust

In all the goodness of our King

And others to this goodness bring.

It's love that touches deep within

And helps us recognize our sin

That changes hearts and prods the will

To always more the soil till.

We need a soft and supple earth

So seed can have a second birth

To bear a harvest many-fold

And then at last, True Love behold.