3/29/26 Through 4/4/26

 3/29/26 Through 4/4/26

Sunday

How can one comment on what He has done,

The gift of the Father, and gift of the Son?

His Passion and death has brought life to us all

So, now we must listen and answer His call.

His call is for sacrifice, showing our love

To follow our Leader who came from above

To love at the cost of all things on the Earth

And find in our dying, the path to rebirth.

The buffets and spitting, the crowning with thorn,

The scourging, the mocking, contempt, and the scorn

All that He suffered, with patience endured

To unworthy sinners, the blessings inured

No words can express what our Savior has done

Our Jesus, for sinners, forgiveness has won.

The Cross of Salvation, a symbol of shame

For humble to ponder, and sinner to claim.

Not only for dying, the Savior had come

But into the depths of the heart He will plumb

Replacing our stone with the flesh that He gave

The lost to be found and the sinner to save.

Monday

Extravagant love, what more can I say?

The way that she emptied her jar on that day.

Giving the best that she had, and it all,

She humbly and graciously answered His call.

Undaunted by nothing that's left in her store

To serve the Lord Jesus was offering more

The wealth of the world is a pitiful thing

Compared to the choice of the Heavenly King

The poor can be rich when they give all away

It doesn't cost much just to hear and obey

You purchase a treasure of infinite store

For love as we may, He will always love more.

Don't fall for the trappings of earthly desire

They lead to the prospect of eternal fire

The treasure that never will rot or decay

Requires you give all the others away.

Tuesday

He took the morsel, ran away

Then set about to God betray

He sells the Lord for silver coins

And so, therewith, the darkness joins.

His favored one was just as bad

For where was all the zeal he had

When boasting, he would die for Christ

But found himself, by fear, enticed?

Betrayal runs in every man

But overcoming it, we can

Rely on grace and love to win

Then find forgiveness of our sin

Wednesday

Betrayal comes in many ways

In thought of self, in lustful gaze

In turning from His loving eyes

To don a poor and weak disguise

He sees and knows what's in the heart

Yet still He takes the servant's part

To wash the feet of sinful men

And show them how to act again.

Lord, cover me in love, I pray

That I may never turn away

But always trust until the end

And always, on Your love, depend.

Thursday

On the night before He suffered

With His special chosen men

Christ, before they sat and suppered

Washed their feet in service then

Giving sign as how the leader

Must, to all, a servant be

By His sacrifice, our feeder

Flesh and Blood eternally

Such a humble sign and symbol

But far more than bread and wine

What we see is but a thimble

In the ocean of the Vine

Yet, among the twelve, was evil

Seeking to the Man destroy

Who for paltry price retrieval

With the wicked would employ

When He told of His betrayal

Many voiced their will to die

But gave poor and sad portrayal

When the mob was drawing nigh

In our day the Church remembers

Ages since have come and gone

Though but few are glowing embers

Still, the Truth is carried on

Christ became our King of Glory

Sacrificed, for man to save

Living on, the ancient story

How, for man, His life He gave.

On the altar in our churches

Daily, we recall that night

Humble one that seeks and searches

Finds within the Bread, the Light

Such a mystery, so compelling,

Simple yet complex and true.

Through the many years retelling

All that Christ has done for you.

Friday

Your Passion, Lord, my saving grace

One that eclipses time and space

Event which eons bring to bear

On sacred altars everywhere

The Perfect Lamb once sacrificed

Became salvation, highly priced

Each stroke of lash and painful thorn

With patience and with love were borne

How speechless here I stand today

With naught but gratitude to pay

For how you love and how You serve

But rarely get what You deserve

My everything belongs to You

For all I have is what You're due

Oh, saving pow'r of Love Divine

Come dwell within and make me shine.

Saturday

What emptiness we felt that day

When Christ, our Lord, they took away

His body buried in the grave

The One we hoped would sinners save

Such cruelty not seen before

To every means of pain explore

But through it all His love was shown

'Till there, at last, as Son was known

His lifeless body, cold and dead

With every drop of blood now shed

And where was I when needed most

But with my shrinking self, engrossed!

In time of need, went running scared

While Love Alone was sin declared

To greatest Love I've ever known

Abandonment and slight were shown

How can I live with such remorse?

I wish I chose a better course

And stayed with Him until the end

As one on whom He could depend

As sleep evades my weary eyes

No tears are left, just empty cries.

What will become of one like me

Who loved, and yet abandoned Thee?