4/26/26 Through 5/2/26

 4/26/26 Through 5/2/26

Sunday

You're Shepherd, Sheep, and the Gate

But why have I learned this so late?

To follow Your voice, and make You my choice

Is how, my desires, I sate.

You're Leader who shows us the way

To sacrifice something each day

A servant to be, and through serving to see

Through all different shades of the gray

The Lamb to atone for our sin

A new way of life to begin

Your shedding of blood, an incredible flood

For sinners, salvation to win.

Our Gate to the heavens above

The land of the purest of love

Where Father we meet, and Spirit we greet

In no other form than a Dove.

And here's how I know that it's true

They're words that were spoken by You

And all that You say, no matter the day

Is straight in a world that's askew.

Monday

In varied ways You speak to me

But many times it's hard to see

Just what You wish for me to do

And how I best can answer You

Is it too much to ask of Thee

To speak with simple clarity;

I know Your ways exceed my own,

But can't a ray of light be shown?

You made me, and You know I'm weak

I try to listen when You speak

A servant I but want to be

But need to know what's asked of me.

Tuesday

Disciples were scattered to spread the Good News

The wicked surpressing whatever they choose

The people believing and seeing the light

While all around them was threat of a fight

The mission was clear to disciples back then

And they were courageous, obedient men

Determined to act on Your every command

Regardless of what they had formerly planned

I need such conviction to follow this way

And trust that the gifts will be coming to stay

Not just for a moment, then leaving me dry

I need all the gifts and the vision to try.

It seems like a selfish and gutless excuse

But I see awaiting, an obvious noose

It's not of the dying that gives me the pause

But failing a worthy and noble good cause

We need one with vision inspired by love

A one with a pipeline directly above

A one to inspire the masses to sign

And join to this odd, but uplifting design.

Wednesday

One set apart to speak of You

One given grace for what we do

For spreading truth throughout the land

Completing all the work You planned

Each one a worker in the field

Expectant of a mighty yield

Determined that all men should hear

And lend a willing, docile ear

A one to serve in varied ways

Regardless of our elder days

For long as well the body breathes

We must be gathering the sheaves

Thursday

If one has a word, he should speak it out loud

And not be a one who gets lost in the crowd

He calls on us all to be heralds of love

And sends us His Spirit for strength from above

A slave, never more than his master, will be

When Master is Servant, so too, it's for thee

We give to the needy without a return

The Master's true message, in quiet, we learn

The works we accomplish are all through His hands

Which make up a lifeline of many such strands

Once firmly affixed to the Master, we grow

To lines that will bring many others in tow.

Friday

A day for workers, set aside

A Saint with men to be allied

A humble, docile, holy man

A key to working out God's plan

A man of pure unselfish love

With ears attuned to God above

A man who acts on what he's heard

With trust in God, the way preferred

No selfish motives here at play

But pure intent to never stray

A hand that's strong and highly skilled

A one that's trained to mold and build

A quiet one we nary hear

But one who's waiting always near

To serve whate'er the Father's will

And so, His role of dad fulfill.

Saturday

The word must spread to every land

And we must follow His command

To make disciples of all men

To see His mighty works again

All ends of Earth must know His name

And know from whom the Savior came

The Father, too, they must embrace

And see Him in the Savior's face.

For both are One, and yet there's more

The Spirit, too, completes the core

A triune God of Three in One

The Father, Spirit, and the Son.

His word will often, mind, exceed

But if in faith and love, we plead

For understanding, knowledge, too,

His light will often shine for you

The prideful heart brings darkest night

But littleness of heart brings light

For humble see, where proud are blind

And teachable, the truth will find