4/19/26 Through 4/25/26

 4/19/26 Through 4/25/26

Sunday

The Bread of Life is not a sign

It's as He said, Himself, Divine

Disciples saw beyond the Bread

And recognized by whom, they're fed

The Mass is more than sacred meal

It's more than what emotions feel

It's Christ Himself, as food for man

To help us live the Father's plan

It's daily Bread we're told to seek

It's strength for all the poor and weak

It's what sustains us every day

And leads us through the narrow way

No sign or symbol brings relief

It's only sure and true belief.

Christ shows Himself when we believe

It's truly Him that we receive.

Monday

Angelic in appearance

Filled with grace and power

Loving, wise adherence 

To God in final hour

Wisdom none could master

His spirit from above

Word of God, broadcaster

Who reached their hearts with love

But some among the crowded

Debated what he said

Their lying message clouded

As such, to want him dead.

But light would shine around

His face for all to see

The man of love was found

To glow angelically

No fear of death was shown

For confident was he

The love of God was known

He wanted all to see.

Tuesday

We fall at rest into His hands

The One who gave us His commands

We trust His love to save our soul

And, once again, to make us whole

We take the Bread of Life He gives

In form of bread, but He who lives

We trust the Father's love for man

Which all eternity shall span

Forgiveness is the holy way

To bring His Kingdom in our day

To love another as He did

And selfishness and sin forbid

Wednesday

The Bread of Life from Heaven came

Becoming One of great acclaim

But those in power soon resolved

His influence must be dissolved

We can't allow His cult to grow

For He would often leaders show

As insincere and self-absorbed

A wicked and a sinful hoard.

Though crucified, He rose again

And turned His weak and feeble men

Into a band both bold and brave

A zealous bunch to sinners save

The more we tried, the more they grew

And off to other towns they flew

With signs and wonders, hearts will turn

When they, about Messiah learn

I swore I'd do my very best

To silence this unruly pest

From house to house, I rooted out

The ones both faithful and devout

I thought myself a faithful Jew

Just doing what the righteous do

I had no clue that someday soon

I too, with them, would so commune.

Thursday

So, send me, Lord, as Philip was

A one to spread Your word

I want to work for You because

Of all the truth I've heard

It resonates and strikes a chord

A ringing sound so clear

Each word You speak, my God and Lord

Keeps drawing me more near

They all must hear and understand

How wrong we've been before

Far greater how the Father planned

To cleanse our sinful core.

The Son of God, the Perfect Lamb

Was sent from up above

To die for man, the Great I AM

To show us, perfect love

He left behind the Holy Mass

To feed in many ways

For generations, on to pass

The Bread of Life with praise

How true it is, and all should know

This food arrives each morn

If all but to the Mass would go

To find themselves reborn

Friday

No symbol or sign, but real food and real drink

Not hard to believe, in His context, I think.

The miracles shown in the span of three years

Should be proof enough for our eyes and our ears.

Whoever such wonders before has performed?

Whoever before has the cold-hearted warmed?

Whose words cause a fire to burn in our hearts?

Whose clemency quenches the evil one's darts?

Christ Jesus alone ever made such a claim

Christ Jesus, our Lamb of Redemption, became.

He suffered and died and was laid in the tomb

But rose to dispel all the darkness and gloom

With power like His, it is simple to see

Bread truly becomes, but His Body, for me.

So wine, to His Blood, will be changed by the word

Of priestly profession we've so often heard.

No nicety granted for feelings of peace

But sacrifice, timeless, and never to cease.

A love so profound that it's Christ we receive

And humbly we come, 'cause it's what we believe.

Saturday

A life of many ups and downs

A passing through of many towns

He spread the word both far and near

To all who take the time to hear

One fatherless in what we read

But one the voice of Christ would heed

One seized, but naked, ran away

From in the garden on that day

One filled with zeal, but also fear

Desired that all men would hear

But left before the job was done

Becoming one that Paul would shun

But still, his faith and courage grew

Until his martyrdom, he knew

He wrote so Gentile men could see

That Jesus came to set all free.

Alike to many here today

He had his bumps along the way

But finished strong, a saint to be

Whose Gospel has meant much to me