7/12/26 Through 7/18/26

 7/12/26 Through 7/18/26

Sunday

His word achieves its stated goal

To heal, to comfort, and console

Correct, admonish, and advise

To punish, censure, and chastise

It scatters far and wide to find

A soil of the fertile kind

Where it may flourish, bearing fruit

Achieving there its main pursuit

But even seed among the stones

Not lasting long, a little owns

A job to show the cold and dead

How from the soil rich, they're fed

On path, in thorn, or rocky ground

Though yet, conditions right not found

The seed it gives a chance to choose

Be fertile or this chance you lose

So many seeds are thrown our way

We've no excuse to stay this way

For we could change to fertile ground

If we but stop and turn around.

Monday

The humble one, alone, He hears

The little one, alone, He nears

The sacrifices made by men

Disgust the Lord of Glory when

They come with self, exalted high

While poor ignored and left to die.

The orphan left in dire straits,

And hungry left with empty plates.

A one who loves what's here below

Will not the Lord of Glory know

But love His Son above the rest

And find your every action blest.

He's there amid the poor and lame

The outcast and the low to claim,

Who lose their lives will find the Lord

A treasure wealthy can't afford

Tuesday

Woe to the people who see and have heard

But still they refuse to follow His word

Far better it be on the day of the Lord

For those who repented from all He abhorred

Great sinners forgiven, if just they repent

But smug, to the fire, with devils are sent

We see in reflection our so many sins

And sorrow for them is where healing begins

He comforts the humble who hear and obey

But those who won't listen, He just turns away

They're left in their selfishness, failing to turn

Firm grip on the rails that will lead them to burn

Wednesday

I praise you Lord for hidden things

For what Your word and action brings

An understanding far beyond

What on the wise and learned dawned

The little and the childlike

A vein of golden treasure strike

For when You speak, they hear and know

The way in which they're meant to go

You show the father's care for man

Which o'er the many ages span

And how, when time was fully crowned

The Lamb, upon the Cross, was found

Our sacrifice to save the soul

The Lamb consumed to make us whole

The Bread of Life to nourish well

And miracle of love to tell

The wise and learned, nay, can see

Forgiveness, offered them, by Thee

For in their eyes, they have no need

And so refuse to mercy plead

Thursday

Come to Me who labor

Come to Me and rest

Let me bear your burden

Come and be My guest

Find in Me your refuge

Find in Me your home

Nevermore you wander

Nevermore alone

Soon the pain abating

Soon the child is near

Gone will be the waiting

Gone will be the fear

Beauty in the offing

Glory in the morn

O'er the Tiber crossing

Where new life is born

Find the sweet surrender

Lay your weapons down

Be a truth defender

Wear the victor's crown

Friday

Far greater here before your eyes

The Son of God in thin disguise

So well you know the scriptures, though

Your understanding yet is slow

You fail to see what's plain as day

And carry on your wicked way

The signs are not some magic trick

Of mending lame, and healing sick

There's something Sabbath far exceeds

And something every good Jew needs

Messiah's here in plainest view

So, pull the blinders off of you.

Saturday

The wicked glories in his greed

His coveting is much to feed

The proud, with trickery, harass

The ones they see as lower class

A mouth of cursing, bitter lies

The evil tongue, our God defies

The innocent are murdered where

The poor and sick lie in despair

Why, oh Lord, are You aloof,

Not rescuing to offer proof?

We, too, have sinned, who better knew

And turned our face away from You

So, humbled now, we turn again

As poor and helpless, beaten men

You see our misery and grief

So, come now, Lord, and bring relief.