3/22/26 Through 3/28/26

 3/22/26 Through 3/28/26

Sunday

If only You had been here, Lord

Dear Lazarus would be restored

But hereupon the fourth day hence

The stench will offer You offence.

Fear not, for Lazarus shall rise

Just wait and watch with open eyes

So, take the stone away to find

Your brother, and to him unbind

This body, four days cold and dead

Must now, by you, be warmed and fed

You see, there's no denying now

Both life and death, before Me bow.

What must one see; What must they learn;

To black and white, and truth discern?

Yet some, for every sign I give

Want nevermore that I should live.

Come lose your pride, you'll not regret

You'll also lose your sinful debt

And find in Me the love you seek

The rest for weary, strength for weak.

Monday

Both innocent and guilty spared

For in His mercy, both He cared

So much that He would take the pain

For them to have eternal gain

But all have sinned and none deserve

The kind of blessing I observe

That He prepares for all who turn

And ways of love attempt to learn

He looks for contrite, humble hearts

From such a one, He ne'er departs

But comforts in the midst of woe

And always will His mercy show

No sins that we would want proclaimed

No man would care to be so blamed

But Jesus bore our weight of sin

To welcome contrite sinners in.

Tuesday

One recollected, let me see

The glory of Divinity

The prize upon the last exam

In Mercy's love, the Great I AM

I try and think I'm doing well

But then You show how pride can swell

And show how truly small I am

And how I need the Paschal Lamb

Don't let me die in such a way

As when we meet, You turn away

And say, You never knew me, Lord

For such a fate, none can afford.

But show me now and help me change

Priorities to rearrange

In such a way to place You first

With Living Water, slaking thirst.

Wednesday

A yes to Your will is my ultimate goal

A heart of obedience guiding my soul

One humble and docile to Your every word

One acting at once on directions I've heard

Attentive to promptings, You place in my mind

One searching for nuggets of grace he may find

One seeing Your beauty in all he will meet

And learning that love is both bitter and sweet

To love is my priv'lege, to hear and obey

A pathway that's new and exciting each day

A handsome mosaic, composed by Your hand

Is what we will find in Your every command

So happy I'll be, when Your will is my own

No greater contentment forever was known

To be one united, in love with my King

The greatest of joys ever known it shall bring.

Thursday

How clearly You have made it be

That You are God for all to see

Yet, somehow, still we find a way

To disbelieve, and turn away

You search for wayward souls like me

And offer signs persistently

To show how faithful You can be

And just how foolish man can be

I want the faith of Abraham

To trust the Mighty Great I AM

To follow, though I cannot see

Just where Your will is taking me

Don't let the weariness of age

My will to follow You assuage

But let me always find the zeal

To always answer Your appeal.

A brand new book I start today

A chapter where I choose your way

And turn to face the light at last

And leave the darkness of the past.

Friday

Is this how you treat a one from above

Who brings to you justice, mercy, and love?

Which work that I've shown you is worthy of stones?

My Father is God, and all things He owns.

The works are a sign that I'm sent from the Throne

The works are not something I do on My own

The Father has sent Me, and Son that I AM

Will be for the people, their Passover Lamb.

Though now not the time, it will be soon enough

When back-up is shown, you will see it's no bluff

I AM in the Father, and He is in Me

The truth will be known when I'm raised on the Tree.

Then, as on the serpent, they gazed and were healed

The Son of the Father, will there, be revealed

In naked humility, beaten and slain

Forgiveness to win, and eternity gain.

But now as the blinders remain o'er the eyes

I speak with the signs and remain in disguise

One day, you shall see just how wrong you have been

And hopefully, then, you will turn from your sin

Do not wait forever, it's urgent, you see

Begin now at once, and start following Me

Persisting in sin, to the gallows will lead

And there, is no help, though the wicked may plead.

Saturday

So many signs, but none to sway

The Scribes and Pharisees that day

One, four days dead, to life, was raised

But yet, His Name would not be praised

They could not see how He could be

Our model for eternity

They only saw their power fade

And how, of them, but fools He made

No diff'rent now as then before

We seek to save an earthly store

And sacrifice what lies beyond

For shiny bling, of which we're fond

He came to make us all as one

United in the Father's Son

With love, the sacrificial tool

To make of us, a sacred jewel

But will we listen and obey

By making time each day to pray,

And searching for His word to hear

To let it draw us ever near?

You have the signs as they did then,

Are you the wise or foolish men?

Is earthly fare your choice today,

Or will you follow in His way?