7/28/24 Through 8/3/24

 7/28/24 Through 8/3/24

Sunday

The Lord, our every need shall meet

With every bite of food we eat.

For those who do the Father's will

Far more than stomachs does He fill.

The longing deep within each heart

His love will slake, and grace impart

To listen well each time we pray

And do the Father's will each day.

But which comes first I sometimes ask,

The grace or duty to the task?

Of course, the grace is first bestowed

And why all thanks to Him is owed.

Monday

We all must learn to put away

The thoughts and cares of everyday

Then learn to sit at loving feet

That we may too, the Savior meet.

But action too, is needed when

We show our faith to other men

For truest faith confronts all fear

And trusts His strength is ever near.

When we remember God is God

And not another worthless fraud

We'll listen first and then obey

To find the everlasting way.

Tuesday

His covenant we pray He keeps

And only blessings ever heaps.

But curses too, were promised when

The covenant was made with men.

What fools we are to fall away

To turn from Him and go astray

When every blessing He provides

And in each humble heart resides.

But man, the fool, has often played

And let the evil one invade.

Enamored by his empty show

The weeds among the wheat will grow.

Yet still the Father holds his hand

And issues but a reprimand

In hopes that by a message sent

The sinners see, and so repent.

If they persist till harvest time,

Awaits the pit one cannot climb.

So, heed the warnings, turn and live,

For God is faithful to forgive.

Wednesday

Oh God, become my stronghold

On the day of my distress.

A firm unyielding foothold

In the land of perfect rest.

One willingly rejecting

All lesser treasures seen.

Unfailingly protecting

The precious pearl unseen.

Even unto martyrdom,

Immovable with pain.

Focused on the larger sum

Of my eternal gain.

Thursday

The Potter's wheel and fisher's net

Are things we easily forget,

But, yea they teach a lesson long

To humble proud and weaken strong.

We are but lumps of worthless clay,

But clay that's fashioned in a way

To make us priceless works of art

Reflections of the Potter's heart.

But when the clay resists the mold

Refusing then His shape to hold,

He starts reshaping new until

He gets the clay to do his will.

So too, the fisher's net when cast

Returns a varied catch amassed.

The good is saved, but thrown away

Are all the worthless caught that day.

When wheel is stopped and net drawn in

It's then too late to turn from sin.

Our fate is sealed that final day

Be we good fish or worthless clay.

So, now before the wheel is stopped.

Before the net again is dropped,

Repent of sin and learn the way,

And let the Potter mold the clay.

Friday

The prophet's rarely welcomed in

By those he speaks to steeped in sin.

Their evil ways, so well-ingrained

Create a will, to sin, that's chained.

But when the Lord commands to speak

We must be bold, for some still seek.

A word in love, that's spoken well

Can change one's course that's bound for hell.

The ridicule and scorn of men

Must not deter the prophet when

The Lord commands and gives the word

For by this action, hearts are stirred.

Results may not be evident

To people where the prophet's sent,

But if and when they ruminate

The call for change shall not abate.

Such wisdom will astound for sure

But also be a subtle lure

To draw the wayward people in

And turn them from their lives of sin.

Be not afraid to hear His voice

And make His word your every choice.

He knows what's always best for you

And where to find what you pursue.

Saturday

Lord, may I see as clear as day

The choice before me then I pray.

And choose the light when darkness reigns

In spite of all the earthly pains.

I know I'm weak and helpless, Lord

But yet I crave your rich reward

Give me the grace and will to choose

The truth, if even life I lose.

When faced with evil let me bear

My cross into the serpent's lair

Accepting well my earthly pain

In hope of everlasting gain.