12/17/23 Through 12/23/23
Sunday
Food in hunger, drink in thirst
Light in darkness on us burst.
Parched and weary, watered well
Lost in prison, freed from cell.
Brokenhearted healed at last
Poverty of lowly past.
Tidings glad proclaimed to poor
Vindication day for sure.
Lowly looked upon as blessed
High exalted o'er the rest.
Well-remembered promise kept
Mercy on the ones who wept.
Crying voice in wilderness
Water used to cleanse and bless
Though not worthy to untie
Sandals of the One on high.
He is coming, now is here
John His prophet standing near.
Seek and you shall find Him soon
One from purest Love that's hewn.
Monday
Protector and provider named
Loyal Joseph, faithful famed
One who heard and thus obeyed
Whose faithful trust would never fade.
Dear Joseph, make my heart like yours
A one the Holy Child adores
A one to sacrifice my will,
And learn to love Him better still.
A man of patience, honor bound
Who perfect love and beauty found
Whose manhood brightly lights the way
Without a word to ever say.
Tuesday
Men of strength in sacrifice
Passing by what things entice
Gain their strength in self-control
To carry out their special role.
Demons lead to vain distraction,
Angels to decisive action.
Freeing those bound up in chains
To now pursue the higher gains.
Grace for sure the greatest measure
Of their strength and inner treasure,
The grace accepted and embraced
In every earthly trial faced.
Grace that's always freely given
From His open hand, not riven.
All must learn to see the good
Then freely choose it as they should.
Wednesday
Ask for a sign as deep as the sea
High as the mountains, or high as can be.
If God is the giver of all that is good
And made by His hand, both the meadow and wood.
The stars of the sky and the worlds far away
All speak of His glory and holding of sway.
The tiniest things like the atom or cell
The Lord has designed and knows them so well.
Every turning of time, every memory made
Every shining of sun, or cool of the shade
Every darkness and light, every heat and the chill
Exist by the Word of the almighty will.
There's naught in your mind can conceive what He's done
And yet not all minds of the mortals are won.
The sin of our pride is a baffling thing
for it uplifts the creature instead of the King.
Oh, give me a heart like the Mother of God,
One pure and one docile with no trace of fraud.
A gift of such value that none can afford
But that is the sign that I seek from You Lord.
Thursday
What joy that day on earth was found
When Mary, with the Lord, came round.
To greet the barren one with child
Declaring, free the long-exiled.
When heard, the voice of Virgin sound
The babe within the womb did bound
And leap for joy as ne'er before
To King of kings within adore.
So too, if we could recognize
The King of kings before our eyes
Within the ones we see each day
And learn to love, and teach, and pray.
He wants to occupy each soul
To heal the sick and make them whole
But we, like Mary, must obey
And say, "Not mine, but Lord Your way."
Friday
One set apart for holiness
One sent to cure, and heal, and bless.
One answering the cries of poor
One sent to lowly ones assure.
What greatness in the soul proclaims
And how His love, the heart enflames
To offer all I have to He
Who shows such love for lowly me.
I do not know why I am saved
And many others left depraved
No earning of this love sublime
That pulls me from the filth and slime.
But only joy can fill my heart
When grace as such He does impart
And somehow opens eyes to see
How far away I've strayed from He.
Saturday
Prepare the way in me oh Lord
And grant what I cannot afford
The grace to see and recognize
The treasure here before my eyes.
The grace You granted sinful men
To call them time and time again
And then, at last, to send Your Son
Who on the Cross our vict'ry won.
Refining fire and fuller's lye
Our sinful hearts to purify
Remove the dross and clear the stain,
By love is every evil slain.
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