11/26/23 Through 12/2/23

 11/26/23 Through 12/2/23

Sunday

Lord, in Your kingdom, coming soon

No more the need to trim or prune.

for all are like unto Your ways

And love shall reign for endless days.

Your kingdom come on Earth we pray

As all around us every day

We see the horrors sin has brought

And suffering when love's forgot.

Lord, grace me now that I may see

What has to change inside of me.

That I would form unto Your will

And so, a life of love distill.

Your kingdom's not a land of dreams

But far more than, to most, it seems.

The broken beauty here we see

Is just a flash of what will be.

Monday

In God alone is man complete

None other can our longing meet.

And all we have, so little seems

For One who satisfies our dreams.

What little that we think we own

Will one day be so paltry shown

For love alone will carry sway

When e'er we reach that final day.

So, why hold back and wait for then?

Be not the same as sinful men.

Trust all you have to Providence,

And do so with all confidence.

Tuesday

All kingdoms here on Earth shall end

For they, on God, do not depend.

They try to make "their truth" the law

And fail to see what righteous saw.

When man departs from God alone

Then he must reap the seed that's sown.

When self-importance rules the day

The end, for sure, is on the way.

What makes a nation wise and strong

Is willingness to suffer long

To benefit the common good

And love their neighbor as they should.

When selfish passion dominates

A world of trouble it creates

Then kingdoms crash and burn as waste

And disappear as smoke that's chased.

But if we pray, Your Kingdom come,

Then prosperous, we could become.

Where sacrifice and love shall reign

Is where we find eternal gain.

Wednesday

You have been weighed and found wanting,

A terrible thought.

See the writing, so haunting

Your actions begot.

With shaking hips and knocking knees

Before Omnipotence

By then is left no time to please.

Or offer a defense.

Thursday

Bring the soul to One who saves

Be one who every danger braves

To spread the news of mercy now

That saves the sinners all somehow.

We must believe, and then confess

One God of truth and holiness

Whose Son arrived in poverty

To spread Good News, and captives free.

We too, are called to spread that news

In hope that those we meet might choose

The Light and Life we know so well,

And then, in turn, some others tell.

Friday

Glory and eternal praise

The anthem that the soul should raise

Whatever season man is in

To so His fond approval win.

Not empty praise that changes nil

But fervent praise that warms the chill.

When right becomes the soul's desire

And saves us from eternal fire.

Saturday

Now nearer than the day before

That final day we're looking for

When justice comes to evil men

And righteousness shall reign again.

Not one without a cause for fear

For yea, the day is drawing near

And though we think ourselves as good

We know we act not as we should.

When Perfect Truth and Goodness come

Compared to That our lives become

A thing of shame and great disgrace

Unfit for any holy place.

But mercy too, shall come with fire

To satisfy our heart's desire

And purify the hearts who dare

To forfeit all for Heaven's fare.