9/13/26 Through 9/19/26

 9/13/26 Through 9/19/26

Sunday

The debt I owe I cannot count

So, yes, I seek the Mercy Fount

Beyond the reckoning of man

The many times I've strayed His plan

Great mercy yet He offers me

And then He turns to set me free

But still I fail to mercy grant

When some offense is rare and scant.

I must reform and see the light

Or find myself cast in the night

Where never sins are washed away

And never shines the light of day

To turn the other cheek is hard

But if we fail the gate is barred

No entry without mercy shown

For all offenses we have known

Monday

Beneath the Cross all men are seen

The world within that sacred scene

The Crucified, upon the Tree

Around, the folks like you and me

A woman seven demons held

Another on a cross rebelled.

The mockers, reveling in pain

A thief who sought to Heaven gain

A one who only came at night

But, on the cross, had seen the Light

Apostles, all but one who fled

While on the Cross, their teacher bled

A merchant, wealthy in much gold

Would, on the Cross, True Love behold

The one whose lance had pierced Him through

Had now become believer, too

His Mother's arms received her child

All scourged and lifeless, so defiled

Within the tomb, was laid alone

And sealed behind a heavy stone

To look upon the Cross today

We see the horror of that day

But also see salvation, too

For Love was thinking then of you.

Tuesday

Mother, knower of all pain

You have much for me to gain

You who stood beneath the Cross

Suffered every human loss

Patiently enduring death

Even to the final breath

Saw each wound, a gift of love

Hanging on the Cross above

There His naked body shamed

From the Cross, our Mother named

Martyrdom of Love Divine

Sharing every moment thine

No one else, the story knew

Fullest knowledge, only you

Full surrender to the will 

Of the Father, ever still

Make me feel as you have felt

Make my soul to glow and melt

Let me share your grief, Divine

Make my soul as unto thine

Sacrifice you came to see

Was the sign of love for thee

Help me too, to see that sign

Make of me a son of thine

One surrendered every day

One to follow in His way

One to love enough to give

All to prosper, all to live

Wednesday

Some never to be satisfied

The people of this day

Too much of foolish human pride

To clearly find the way

No good the gifts, when love not there

It falters, and it dies

The cupboard might as well be bare

When fully blind the eyes

For love can see another's need

And use their gift to serve

As so, the Master's voice they heed

and give as love deserves.

Thursday

Forgiven much, so we much love

In harmony with those above

A single sin lets darkness in

And turns our gaze away from Him

The source of beauty, peace, and grace

We find within His Holy Face

To gaze upon a One so pure

Will every ill and sickness cure

Our sin but shields from Holy Light

And welcomes in the dark of night

Behind the shield, we shrink in size

And fail to meet His piercing eyes

The eyes of Truth we can't deny

But if our sin we keep, we fry

It's best to drop the shield and say

Forgive, forgive, oh Lord I pray

Repentant souls, He can't resist

Anointed feet, she gently kissed

A multitude of sins, He cleared

The humble soul, to Him endeared

But if we think that none is wrong

Continuing our selfish song

The shield gets larger every day

And drives the Holy Light away

The Light may hurt for quite a while

As He removes the bitter guile

But if in love we persevere

He saves from punishment severe

So, come to Him without the pride

Confessing all the guilt inside

And see how good such love can be

When God alone is God for thee.

Friday

Without the resurrection scene,

Our hope in Christ cannot be seen.

For why rely on that beyond? 

If Christ is dead, we've all been conned

Without an afterlife, we find

No benefits of being kind

No use in loving man at all

No truth in stories of the fall

For pleasure only, then we feed

And use each other in our need

No value left in being good

Or acting as we know we should

The empty tomb, the reason why

With all the heart and mind we try

To follow in His loving way

And never ever go astray.

Saturday

One form sown, another reaped

Deep within the soil steeped

One form dies and change begins

Left behind, the Earthly sins

Fruitful harvest then received

What before was not conceived

Likeness unto Light alone

What before was never known

Thirty, sixty, hundredfold

Harvest righteous, now behold

When the soil rich and deep 

Great the harvest we shall reap