9/29/24 Through 10/5/24

 9/29/24 Through 10/5/24

Sunday

Remove whatever leads astray

But all that's good may with us stay

Don't cast aside who speaks of Me

In ways to set the captive free.

I use my poor and weakest sons

To shame the rich and haughty ones

That way they all will clearly see

In truth, their wisdom comes from Me.

Monday

One by one the disasters fell

But not a sin could Satan tell

For Job had placed his trust above

Believing all was done for love.

How great our faith is called to be

To suffer all calamity

And know somehow it's all for good

Like when He suffered on the wood.

Such strength I wish to gain someday

That I could handle come what may

With faith to trust it's all for good

And shoulder well my share of wood.

The least is called the greatest one

For in humility is won

The prize of favor in His sight

Where least is raised to greatest height.

Tuesday

Resolute determination

As He traveled through the nation

Undeterred by those in fearing

Though the Cross was ever nearing.

On the way the rude rejected

He was not what they expected

Sons of Thunder wanted lightning

Jesus stayed their hands enlightening.

Mercy is what He desires

Sin forgiven stokes the fires

All-consuming love is burning

Sinners to His love are turning

Those in desperation sharing

All their suffering comparing

Never true the measure known

Until the pain becomes our own.

Wednesday

The humble one knows well his place

For all he has, has come from grace.

His every action leads to love

With focus on his home above.

How easy men submit to pride

And focus all on what's inside

They lose the wonder, awe, and fear

That humble find is always near.

A blindness covers all that's good

With bitterness of wormywood

Erudition feeds their pride

But awe and wonder never spied.

A dim and always sad disgrace

When none but foolishness we chase

And angel help is cast aside

With all that's good and true denied.

So, listen for the angel's voice

Let that inform your every choice

This one He gives to be your guide

And save you from the fall of pride.

Thursday

How true that my Redeemer lives

How true that all I need He gives

The sandals ne'er did wear away

And well He fed us on our way.

Our every need the Lord provides

Our every step the Spirit guides.

One day these eyes shall see His face

One day these arms pure Love embrace.

Friday

How foolish is the pride of man

For nay a man on Earth that can

In any way create a thing

Or any way a sunrise bring.

The all we see is but a gift

And even that we cannot sift.

The all has come from God above

And all as gift of purest love.

How vain the thought, we're in control

For none His place has ever stole

None choose the day on which they're born

Or gifts He does with each adorn.

Our task is but to use them well

And others of His goodness tell

To quell the ranks of foolish pride

And always in His grace abide.

Saturday

Blest are the eyes that see what you see

How demons will flee at the mention of Me.

Behold, what I give is not power alone

But the gift of the Father, whose will is made known.

As so many before wished to see what you see

But time wasn't ripe for the sending of Me.

Now fullness of time has occurred at the last

And little now see what was hidden in past.

His love ever faithful, His love ever kind

A suffering servant the people will find

One who gives all for the good of another,

The Son of our God, Our King and our Brother