12/20/2017
The world is five sunrises away from Christmas morning, and the day we celebrate the birthday of Jesus Christ, the Son of God. Thank God Almighty we aren’t still awaiting His birth but find ourselves celebrating that which has already come! As I do on the birthdays of my own children, I find myself reminiscing and thinking back to that day when Jesus was born and I hope that it brings the same tears to you that is does to my eyes. Jesus is with us always, every minute, day, and week... so I invite you to listen as I praise Him in verse, and to join with me by reading and praying these words of joyous praise...
“Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.”
Matthew 28:20 KJV
Every Day, Every Week
By Rich Forbes
On Monday He’s my comfort, Tuesday He’s my friend
He’s so many things to me, where should my praise begin?
The very best part of every day; the center of every week,
He stills my troubled spirit, in quiet prayer we speak.
On Wednesday He’s my conscience; brings me back into His house
Bible study; praising Him; with family and my spouse;
At His feet I learn to live as He would have me do,
Knowing when I falter, God’s mercy will see me through.
Thursday, He’s the strength I need to make it through the week.
He bolsters me when hardships come; strong tower that I seek.
Troubles may confront me; and my arms grow weak and quake,
But His peace always surrounds me; in Him my strength I take.
On Friday He watches over me, lest I run astray,
With temptation on all fronts; beside Him I will stay.
This world so full of vice and sin can lead us from the path
Yet with His hand upon my arm, I avoid God’s righteous wrath.
Saturday, He gives me joy; this day that’s mine to use;
Though I work through chores and more, His smile I never lose.
Favorite verses sung amidst the happy sweat and toil;
Great pleasure is mine to sing His name with each spade of soil.
Sunday I rest with Him, and sing precious songs of praise;
This man who laid His life down, then ascended from the grave;
Bloody, pierced by thorns and spear, breathing His last for me;
Bright like the sun to rise again; He set my spirit free.
Every minute, day, and week, He shows His love and grace;
Lord of Lords, my shining star, I long to see His face.
Jesus, forever faithful; carry me like a lamb
Lay me each week at the mighty feet of our Father… the great I Am.
Rich Forbes