3/8/26 Through 3/14/26

 3/8/26 Through 3/14/26

Sunday

In thirst, we cry for quick relief

In God we trust, with full belief

Our every need He knows and meets

Abundantly, with love, He greets

For helpless souls, He came to die

The sick and lonely, parched, and dry

To let the Living Water flow

And help the seeds of faith to grow.

The woman at the well could see

The answer to her every plea

A One to read her deepest need

And every hope for love exceed.

A One who spoke the truth in love

And drew her heart and mind above

To find the source of light and grace

And feel the warmth of God's embrace.

The laws of love go further on

Than laws of stone we rest upon

They call for love and sacrifice,

Far more than just some good advice.

Monday

The little thing that Naaman did

Revealed the glory that was hid

Within the darkness of the day

For those who take no time to pray.

It's not so hard to see today

How God is there throughout the day

If we but let His hand reveal

What work and busyness conceal

So easily His good we miss

If we, to prayer, have been remiss

His wonder stands before our eyes

But in a humble, meek disguise

It's prayer that teaches one to see

And prayer, the faithful, steady key

Unlocking windows to the sky

And slaking thirst of one so dry.

It cures the blindness of the day

And helps us see a diff'rent way

A way that every man might know

If just humility would show.

Tuesday

My debt is beyond of my means

Forgiving, unlikely, it seems

But in Jesus' love from the Father above

My life, on the Cross, He redeems.

So, why should no mercy I show,

When you, so much less, to me owe?

He wants that I, too, be forgiving of you

And payment of debt, just forego.

Wednesday

What nation has laws such as these?

So wise, and observant of keys

To truth from above and calling to love

Far deeper than depth of the seas.

The smartest of people don't know

What God, in His wisdom, will show

The humble who live, the word He will give

And then, through His mercy, will grow.

May memory never be failed

Of towers the humble have scaled

By calling on God every step that was trod

And making His glory regaled

The children must know of His name

Grandchildren be told of His fame

Passed on through the years and valley of tears

Giving hope to the fallen in shame

The law will not ever be gone

Each jot and each tittle be drawn

By Jesus the King, who pardon will bring

By mercy, and never by brawn.

So, teach of this wisdom and see

How great in the Kingdom you'll be

For all who will pray, and quickly obey

Possess now the glorious key

Thursday

What fools, to turn from One who saves

And place a seal upon their graves

Condemning them to life below

Where fools and sinners freely go

His word, so clearly spoken then

But they were prideful, wicked men

Who thought that they could make the rules

And proved themselves to be the fools

When signs abound, they look for more

Refusing to the Lord adore

Yet none that's given satisfies

Nor when He mounts the Cross and dies

He is our God in flesh and bone

And we can be with Him as one

Or choose our sinful, wicked way

And always in the darkness stay

Don't seal your fate and be the fool

By being as the stubborn mule

Who sees and knows what's true and good

But never acts the way they should

Just humbly give a faithful nod

To Christ, who is our Lord and God

Then beg for mercy when you go

And watch the healing waters flow

Friday

If only we could hear, oh Lord

If only we could see

Our lives, as Yours, would be outpoured

Our spirits, truly free

You speak in many varied ways

Your actions model love

We rush around our busy days

Without a thought above

The lover seeks the company

Of one he loves the most

A quiet time of me and Thee

Here present in the Host

So intimate in clarity

The lover needs no word

In perfect love and charity

Your symphony is heard

You are my God, I hear Your voice

And tremble for I know

Too often I have made the choice

Another way to go

Oh, heal my soul and bring me back

To Your most warm embrace

Let evil, me, no more attack

But fill me with Your grace.

To flower and to bear much fruit

As blossom on the vine

And make of me in this pursuit

A good and hearty wine.

Saturday

Our sins we find them hard to name

But why so easily they came?

Amidst facade of doing good

We act not as we know we should

Our little sacrifices made

Have taken us not where He bade

But fed our pride and egos so

We lost the narrow way to go

When self-absorbed throughout the day

We cannot hear the words You say

But pride we hear both loud and clear

And that we let our actions steer.

Oh, turn the tables, Lord, I pray

And help me walk the narrow way

Expose what I so deeply guard

And open what to me was barred

Wash my pride and sin away

For mercy, mercy, Lord, I pray

Turn this wand'ring soul around

So peace and joy and love are found