6/21/26 Through 6/27/26

 6/21/26 Through 6/27/26

Sunday

No reason man should be afraid,

It is for him that Jesus prayed.

The everlasting Son of God

Now reigns above with iron rod.

Though body be destroyed below,

The faithful of His glory know

He rose again, and so shall we

His Sacrifice, our victory.

The final word was spoken when

He suffered under sinful men

Yet spread His arms to so receive

The faithful who, in Him, believe.

Forgiveness He will offer all

Who answer to His loving call

And speak the truth where lie prevails

Regardless of what that entails.

The wicked may the flesh defeat

But that is not the word complete

For resurrection comes to all

And woe to them by whom they fall.

For on that day the Lord denies

The wicked with their filthy lies

But honors those who claim His name

With everlasting, holy fame.

Oh, help me Lord, to always be

Devoted wholly unto Thee

When trial comes to double down

And claim my everlasting crown.

Monday

Indeed, the will of God is best

No matter what He makes our test.

He calls us more and more to love

To fit the narrow gate above.

Not passing judgment here below

No man, another's heart, may know

Forgiving as our Lord forgave

To give us vict'ry o'er the grave

First, cleaning house within my soul

To be a one, at last, made whole

The beam removed to clearly see

The speck in you, annoying me.

Remember death will come to all

So, answer to His loving call

The options lying straight ahead

Are only two when lying dead.

The Cross will bring us life beyond

But not if all our wealth is pawned

For temporal pleasure here below

In league with our eternal foe.

The beam grows larger every day

We fail to turn around and pray

For mercy to the Prince of Peace

And so, our life of sinning cease.

Tuesday

So narrow the gate and constricted the road

It can't be obtained by those burdened with load

No baggage of sin can be hauled through the door

It must be defeated for winning the war.

The corpses of many are littered around

While prayers of the righteous, effective, are found.

The boast of the prideful will come to an end

The humble shall all, on the Master, depend.

How much do we trust in the hour of need?

Do we, on the flesh, of the Sacrifice feed?

Is life there above worth the price here below?

It's only by trusting the Master we know.

If He came to save us and died on the Tree

Then rose to His glory, as faithful did see,

He'll not leave us orphaned, but save us a place

Above, in the land of His glory and grace.

Wednesday

Before my birth, He made of me

A one with eyes to glory see

The Lamb within the Virgin's womb

The perfect love who chases gloom

He made of me a sharpened sword

To lead a longing people toward

Repentance for their sinful ways

And to the One the angels praise

A life of solitude was mine

On bugs and honey, I would dine

But crowds would come to hear me say

Repent and wash the sins away

When asked, I said I was not He

A One is coming after me

A One of power, might, and more

To love for God and man restore

Thursday

The kingdom lost, to exile sent

By failing to their sins repent

Not trusting God, but temporal things

To Babylon, the sinner brings

Just calling out His name won't do

Ignoring what He says to you 

This builds a house on shifting sand

Instead of on the Lord's command

This cycle here, so often seen

One year can change from fat to lean

We blaze our trail and learn too late

It leads to such an evil fate

On rock alone withstand the flood

Repent, and plead His Precious Blood

Then listen and obey each word

That from the Master you have heard

He leads in ways protected well

If we, within His house, would dwell

While storm and flood may rage outside

Humility will conquer pride

Friday

The buildings burned, the walls torn down

So little left of what was town

The people carried far away

Where pagan practice rules the day

When lost in exile, hearts can see

The depths of their depravity

Of how they turned from good and true

And wandered far away from You

The leprosy which caused such pain

Began with chasing earthly gain

Then soon, Your ways of love were lost

And out, the laws of God were tossed

The wounds have festered, flesh decayed

For naught, Your voice was here obeyed

But You can heal me if You would

By what You won upon the wood

Humility you can't resist

And so, I ask with such a twist

If it's Your will, I will be well

Please raise again, this one who fell

Saturday

A single word can healing bring

A single touch, like stone and sling

Can turn the tide of death to life

And take away the fear of strife

When faith is strong, His power wields

The arrow piercing darkest shields

At just a word, the foe will flee

And just His touch will healeth thee.  

Though Babylon would exile thee

Obedience would set you free

Repent and learn the ways of love

To find your home with God above