8/11/24 Through 8/17/24

 8/11/24 Through 8/17/24

Sunday

Still beyond my comprehension

Living bread from heaven sent.

Like a new and strange dimension

Endless treasure yet unspent.

Bound within the realm of reason

Such a thing as yet unknown.

Like a new and diff'rent season

Living flesh for hearts of stone.

Bread of Heaven, pure and simple.

See not what the eye perceives

Come explore the suspect rimple

Find the grace that faith receives.

Not belying but exceeding

All that man has ever known.

Starving souls on truth now feeding.

Life within the desert grown.

Monday

To suffer, die, and rise again

He spoke to followers and then,

Those saddened could not comprehend

How pain could bring a gloried end.

So short our line of vision here

And things are not as they appear.

But One so high and far above

Can see with eyes of purest love.

With earthly eyes, I fail to see

When Christ is there in front of me,

And so I treat the Precious Son

Just like a poor and common one.

Tuesday

Your word consumed, made part of me

The world and flesh would plainly see

The doing shows our faith to men

Far more than what we speak or pen.

One like a child in many ways

Is best to offer fervent praise.

Humility is welcomed where

The Father's love is in the air.

So, feed me well in every day

Let not my heart go far astray,

But let me find my pasture green

In faithful, loving, tame, routine.

It's there the joyous children play

Without a care to cloud the day.

Secure in loving Shepherd's care

Apart from every evil snare.

Wednesday

Only those who mourn the evil

Only those You set aside

All the rest endure upheaval

All the rest be life denied.

Show no mercy, show no pity,

Young and old, and all alike

Wield the sickle in the city

All the wicked, deadly strike.

With their corpses stain the Temple

Fill the courts with all the slain

Go outside and slay the city

Killing all till none remain.

Such a day is now much nearer

Growing closer every day

Be not just a passive hearer,

Be a doer and obey.

Thursday

Oh, what glory for the Maiden

One on Earth with sorrows laden.

One in humble service ready

One whose faith was firm and steady.

Taken up to meet the Savior

Now, at last, to glory savor.

Purest vessel of creation

Sinless for the whole duration.

Be our mother now and ever,

Help us in our life's endeavor.

Send us grace that's daily needed,

Let your words be gladly heeded.

Do the all He says to do,

Abundantly He'll answer you

With overflowing gifts of love,

With joy and peace that's found above.

Friday

The story of the Church I tell

Once rescued, fed, and nurtured well

He cleansed and bathed Her nubile form

With lace and jewelry then adorned.

Her beauty far exceeded all

But she ignored the sacred call.

Enamored with her beauty now

She turned and to the creatures bowed.

Polluting all on her bestowed

Her nakedness, like harlot's showed.

His every gift to her profaned

Her beauty now besmirched and stained.

But He, a covenant has made

And never shall His word be swayed.

In pardon, He extends His hand

To bring her to the Promised Land.

Saturday

The childlike awaits the word

And acts upon whatever's heard.

They hope and trust because they're low

And well their need for God they know.