11/10/24 Through 11/16/24

 11/10/24 Through 11/16/24

Sunday

Till all is gone He calls for more

No need for faith with much in store

The empty are the ones He fills

The anxious heart with love He stills.

But less than all, He cares for naught

We need the faith the widow's got

To trust He will provide our need

When daily on His bread we feed.

Monday

Don't lead the little ones astray

Don't cause their sin along the way

But teach them virtue here below

That Christ forever they would know.

These tender hearts are yours to mold

To make them members of the fold

Give them the tools to choose what's right

To navigate through dark of night.

Like you and I, they're free to choose

But from their elders take their cues.

Our actions more than what we say

Will lead to dark or light of day.

Don't be a one to cause them sin

But let the sacrifice begin

The more in love we give they see

The way each man was meant to be.

Tuesday

All men should be temperate, under control

Sound in their faith with endurance the goal.

Their duties in mind without care for acclaim

Resolute in their kindness, no evil to blame.

The women so reverent, moderate, trained

Not slanderous gossips by calumny stained.

Teaching the younger the skills of their trade

Good wives and good mothers, their disciplines made.

None boastful of doing their duties at all

Just faithful to answering daily His call

As servants just faithful to duties we own

Unworthy of all of the kindness He's shown.

Wednesday

Salvation is a wondered grace

A fine and dainty work of lace

A work of art that's woven by

The Master knowing all on high.

He interweaves our varied lives

To show that only love survives

And all that here we think we own

Is nothing more than that on loan.

Thursday

So, what if any is our own?

The all we have through love was shown

We have no claim on any here

Our only claim is One so dear.

So dear to give a beating heart.

So dear to every grace impart

One lighting every darkened way

With lightning flashes bright as day.

Not slaves, but freedmen faring well

With life anew of which to tell

Once worthless, now of value high

That lo the Kingdom's drawing nigh.

Friday

One rule alone that Jesus gave

One rule to every sinner save

No list of pious corporal deeds

One rule our Lord and Master heeds.

To love in all we do and say

Is following the Master's way

That final day He wants us one

As Father, Spirit, and the Son.

No looking back to days of old

When selfishness and greed took hold

But eyes we've trained to look ahead

To resurrection from the dead.

The time for preparation's now

The hand that's placed upon the plow

Must not look back and mourn the loss

Ahead is gold, behind is dross.

Saturday

(Can be sung to the tune of "Come Thou Long Expected Jesus")

Lord, I dare not seek Your justice

Let me only mercy plead

Mine are many sins amongst us

Sins of thought and word and deed.

Justice is a condemnation

Many failures on the way

Spare this soul and spare the nation

Mercy grant us on that day.

Justice good, but mercy greater

Much more needed here below

If my wishes You would cater

Mercy only I would know.