12/10/23 Through 12/16/23

 12/10/23 Through 12/16/23

Sunday

How patient is our precious Lord

To bring as many souls on board.

Long He waits, but not forever

Calm amid His long endeavor.

For that day will come as stealthy

Woe be to the proud and wealthy

All will pass away in fire

Cleanse me of my base desire.

Monday

Roof removed to draw us higher

Blessings greater to acquire

Called again to greater love Thee

Called to join the ones above me.

Called to serve the poor and lowly

Comforting one dying slowly

Called to help a friend in need

Called, the Voice of Christ to heed.

Grace is needed for the journey

Trust but God and trust Him firmly

None equips for what you're finding,

But for that he's Christ reminding.

Tuesday

Oh Mother, let your graces flow

That all would see the poor and know

They look upon your Son in each

And so the ways of love they teach.

The life of each a precious gift

But passes by as water swift

And if we fail to sieze the day

Perhaps we fall and lose our way.

Wednesday

To one day be like Him the goal

With vigor strong to feed the soul

To run and not grow weary still

With strength to every task fulfill

The yoke is easy, burden light

For those who join the daily fight

And yoke themselves to Christ the King

To soar aloft on eagle's wing.

Though daunting seems the task at hand

When I obey the Lord's command

His strength is always there to be

The power that's supporting me.

Thursday

The waste becomes the fertile ground

The desert where the water's found.

In poverty and want we see

Our thirst is slaked in only Thee.

The poor and humble ones shall be

The instruments to set men free

To carry out His holy will

And sense of common good instill.

Though maggot-like, the low shall be

Who toss the mountains to the sea

Who cut the wheat and winnow chaff

And at the stormy weather, laugh.

For God, their strength, shall lead them home

No more in desert lands to roam

But in a garden once again

Where truth, and love, and goodness reign.

Friday

Like a river, vindication

Like the waves, prosperity

How to prosper every nation

Is to have them follow Thee

Progeny, like sands on seashore

Names engraved forevermore

In Your light what ere we plea for

Draws us ever unto Thee more

Fools accustomed to their pleasures

Blind themselves to higher ways

Temporal their foolish measures

But eternal are their days.

Saturday

Turn hearts of fathers to their sons

The waiting, watchful, little ones

For there the tender hearts will see 

Just what it means, a man to be.

By good example children learn

On bad example, there they turn

The crucial role that fathers play

Can lead to God, or lead astray.

Don't squander time with those you love

But point their hearts to God above

And teach them in humility

That all that's good has come from He.

The moments all, though small they seem

With opportunities though teem

For little hearts take note of these

And years from now may lessons sieze.