7/7/24 Through 7/13/24

 7/7/24 Through 7/13/24

Sunday

That they might know You speak to me,

I pray my soul might ever be

A one that's humble, weak, and graced,

All trust and care within You placed.

One with no grandeur, pomp, or state

But one to always celebrate

How God provides our every need

And expectations all exceed.

The weak are strong, the last are first,

The little infant gently nursed.

All trust is placed in God alone

And those in desert drink from stone.

Monday

Lure me on, then fill my heart

And never let Your love depart

Let me be a smitten one

To ne'er turn back from that begun.

A simple touch to heal the soul

A tassel drop to make me whole

A hand reached out in humble plea,

Oh, Lord be merciful to me.

Arise, He calls to little ones

For in His presence evil runs.

So, fill your time with Him revealed

And let your maladies be healed.

Tuesday

There's One and only One for me,

The God of gods who made us free.

All other gods of man's desire

Are destined for eternal fire.

I pray to be one strong and true

One totally in love with You.

One willing to endure the pains

That lead to everlasting gains.

A one to see beyond the shell

And boldly all the Gospel tell.

That all may see the brilliant light

And step away from darkest night.

I pray for strength in time of need

To proudly scatter precious seed,

And water with a gentle flood,

If necessary, with my blood.

I know I'm weak and cowardly,

But if Your Spirit dwells in me,

He uses humble, weak, and flawed

To lead the pagans back to God.

A laborer, I want to be

To gather harvest rich for Thee,

To bring the sheaves rejoicing in

And so, a crown of glory win.

Wednesday

Proclaim the Kingdom here and now

Before the One and only, bow.

The Timeless enters time today,

He hears and answers when we pray.

Don't try to make Him form to you

He's pure and good, and all that's true.

The key is that we turn His way

Abandoning what turns astray.

Our happiness is Him alone

His death, for man, did all atone.

So model what the King would do

And find your resurrection too.

Forgiven, freed, and made anew

This life of love was meant for you.

The gift of self we give away

Brings happiness for which we pray.

Thursday

How well beloved by God is man

Since ever was that time began

In pride, we turn away from Him

But find alone, we cannot swim.

You stoop each time to rescue man

And so, the dark abyss to span.

Yet still we fail Your love to see

And turn again away from Thee.

Oh, shield us from Your blazing flame

And call the poor and weak by name

To turn and see what lies above

If we embrace Your cross of love.

Friday

What can we show to save our souls,

What in our triumph, God extols?

The works of man how great they be

Are but a trifle unto Thee.

The fortunes earned and houses built

Are but a harbinger of guilt

The toys amassed in pleasure sought

No peace or joy have ever bought.

How long before we see the light,

For His the power and the might.

Return with humble words and see

The Lord be merciful to thee.

Saturday

Oh holy fear, let God arise

In darkness open wide my eyes

For woe is me when You  I see

Oh God, be merciful to me.

So cleanse my lips and purge my soul

Obedience my greatest goal

Then send me where Your will desires

To you alone my heart aspires.