11/29/26 Through 12/5/26

 11/29/26 Through 12/5/26

Sunday

Lord God, we need Your awesome might

To make for us a holy sight

A sight to shake the sense of man

And make him heed Your holy plan

We need the shock of holy fear

To recognize that You are near

To know that death will come to all

And turn, at last, before we fall

We need the witness strong and clear

Of saints who know that You are near

That stand by, ready every day

To follow You along the Way

Along the way to give their lives

As holy husbands, holy wives

Who sacrifice in selfless ways

To sanctify the everydays.

To climb the hill of Calvary

As once You did to set us free

Who watch and wait in holy fear

For they can see that You are near.

Monday

Hear and obey!  Hear and obey!

Words that the Gospel often will say

Sounding so simple, much harder to do

Each day, many times, the choice faces you

Think back to the first time you turned from His voice

Rejecting the holy by making your choice

It wasn't so hard, but your flesh overruled

Too often we see how the flesh can be fooled

The proud and the haughty, the wise of the Earth

Expanding their knowledge, reducing their worth

Discounting the word of the Maker of all,

Position themselves for a terrible fall.

Each door that you open reveals seven more

Yet still you refuse to acknowledge the score

You're lost in a dream where you're greater than all

But greatest in you is the height of your fall

The simple yet wise, quite early have seen

From beauty, and wonder, and order we glean

A Maker far higher than mind of the man

A Maker with love and salvation His plan

He gives all we need if we humbly obey

He speaks to us all throughout every day

The humble will listen, but proud will reject

The Word with the power to heal and perfect

Tuesday

One day I'll see and then be shamed

Oh, ye of little faith be named

I see with only earthly eyes

And not beyond the world's disguise

I want to do the Father's will

But find it always leads uphill

With three steps forward, two steps back

And always something else I lack

Frustration and the anger grow

A not-so-holy side they show

A leader needs a group to lead

A Shepherd needs His sheep to feed

I need the Manna seen in love

The stuff with wisdom from above

That forms to meet the taste of those

Who duty and agreement chose

Unlike the ones demanding meat

The Lord in all I wish to greet

With grateful heart and docile will

In trust that only You can fill

Forgive my pessimistic side

And help me tame my sinful pride

In gratitude You let me know

That trust alone is how we grow

Wednesday

A feast He prepares for the faithful that day

Of rich juicy food and the wine to allay

Each fear of the evil that death could once bring

Each web that was woven, destruction to bring

With bread sent from Heaven for healing the lame

The wine of compassion in His Holy Name

He multiplies all that we offer to Him

Creating from noise, a most beautiful hymn.

I see but the mountain and not so the way

Embarrassed by blindness I see every day

Whenever I cry, and my selfishness wins

A class in humility thereon begins

I pray that in earnest my foolishness ends

But that on my faith and my trust now depends

If I could just walk by my faith, not my sight

I'd be set on my way to winning the fight

Thursday

The word of the Father is all that I need

For to hear and obey is how to succeed

Love wants what's best for the child of His heart

So, listen, obey, and never depart

It may never be what you ever desired

And not what you planned when at last you retired.

But all that you need for the washing within

The healing of wounds and the cleansing of sin

For none but the perfect will enter His room

All attached to the selfish is nothing but doom

The gate is so narrow, and wide is the sin

The baggage of sin will never fit in.

His word will but lead you to leave it behind

Unhindered, a freedom to love you will find

Then maybe, just maybe, you'll see why we say

You'll always do best if you hear and obey.

Friday

So many blind who cannot see

Including those who look like me

He questions what is on the mind

And they respond, "Lord, I am blind."

I want to see, and know You care

I want far more to be aware

Of how to love and live like You

And how to do the things You do

To be so humble, true, and wise

To see through every veiled disguise

To hear so clear the Father's way

To listen well and then obey

Saturday

This is the way. Come walk in it now

Be help to the Master at harvest, somehow

The harvest is rich, but the laborers few

That thought that you have is His calling on you

He wants you to help in the word to be spread

To feed all His sheep when they need to be fed

All needed He gives in the time and the place

The knowledge and strength, the prudence and grace.

Be not one discouraged by all that you see

Remember I conquered through death on a tree

No matter how bleak it appears in the night

The dark will but vanish when faced with the light