4/12/26 Through 4/18/26

 4/12/26 Through 4/18/26

Sunday

It's hard to believe all that Jesus has done

The vict'ry o'er sin, on the Cross that He won.

The rising again from a cold, lonely tomb

Like flowers in Spring that will open to bloom.

His mercy to Thomas, His mercy to me

Is far more than I ever thought there could be.

Devotion to teaching and prayer, we must heed

For this is the source of the joy that we need.

A little we suffer in various ways

But all in the hope of our Heavenly days

As gold in the furnace is tested by fire,

By trial, a beauty unknown we acquire.

Monday

Born of the Spirit, beyond of the known

With signs and with wonders, the people are shown

That Jesus is Lord and He comes from above

To show us the truth about mercy and love.

So little we know, but of what we can see

The Spirit illumines what's hidden from thee

Unless we are born in a spiritual way

We'll never be more that the old lump of clay.

The breath of the Spirit gives life to the soul

One taking the broken and making them whole.

His word will direct us as guide on the road

With all of His gifts on the humble bestowed

He "callifies" simple to speak in the name

Of Jesus, our Savior, from Heaven who came

To show us the Father, whose love never ends

On whom all existing, forever depends

Tuesday

Lord, Heavenly things are all foreign to me

I don't have such eyes that enable to see

I need, for my blindness, a wave of Your hand

A clearing of doubts in Your every command.

You know of my weakness, You know how I fail

You know that I'm worried, distracted, and frail

I hear of Your teaching, attractive and good

But see that it's leading You straight to the wood.

I want what You're teaching, but not with a cross

Most surely, there's Heaven without such a loss?

So, you are a teacher, but never have heard

That love is demanding, is truly absurd.

All love must require a giving away

Of all that we have to salvage the day

So, piercing the darkness with light, we will find

That gold, in the fires of love, is refined.

Once lifted, you'll see who I AM, and believe

In giving of all, is the way we receive.

Your faith is a pipeline for graces and love

And giving increases the flow from above.

Wednesday

Those teaching the word are both humble and true

Those fully in love and devoted to You

Those touched by the Spirit, enflamed with Your love

Ones here now on Earth, but destined above

His Son was but given for man to believe

Abundance of mercy and grace to receive

Not sent to condemn, but to heal and to save

To conquer o'er death, and rise from the grave.

The ones who believe will all come to the light

By turning from drear, and the dark of the night.

For truth is in light, where we all clearly see

That Jesus is God and He's setting us free.

The word is so true, and it must be proclaimed

So believers are bold and never ashamed.

They speak every word that the angel commands

And heed not the threats of the evil demands

Help me be a one who's so bold and so brave

One giving the body, when soul, it will save.

One speaking the truth on whatever the day

Regardless of warnings, the evil convey.

Thursday

Just who should we obey?

The man of Earthly way?

Or One above who deals in love

And not what wicked say?

The choice is clear to all,

But still so many fall.

The Earthly way is wide, they say.

But deadly after all.

What Christ has shown is good

And, follow it, we should

But in the light, we see in fright

The horror of the wood.

His sacrifice has shown

The way to glory own

Embrace the Cross, but not for loss,

To make His rising known.

For so, the Spirit comes

And man on Earth becomes

A wealthy one who's just begun

The depths of God, to plumb

No limit to the love

Of Him who reigns above

Our little loss, joined with the Cross

His recompense thereof.

Friday

A river winds through desert sand

Eleven follow His command

The signs and wonders show the way

But those in power still say, nay

A threat to power they perceive

And so, the lash, the men receive

But this they treasure as a sign

They've come to know the Man Divine

As Jesus did with five and two

He made a feast for me and you

His body here, in form of bread

He gives so we are richly fed.

Saturday

Let nothing hinder, Lord, I pray

From teaching Your exalted way

The way of sacrifice You chose

To conquer all our sinful foes

For love of Man, You chose to die

Each heart contains your reason why

A sinful and perverted soul

Who needs Your love to be made whole

The word must spread throughout the land

And we must follow Your command

To make disciples of all men

And shine Your light to them again

The seas are stormy, tossed, and gray

But quick, You make Your servant's way

If we would hear and answer well

All fear and worry You dispel.