17 Friday Apr 2026
Unrecognized work done for the glory of God
is always seen by the Audience of One.
He who formed the stars and numbered the hairs
marks every hidden hour, every unseen prayer.
No labor offered in quiet faithfulness
escapes the gaze of the King who stoops low
to crown the faithful with His own “Well done.”
17 Friday Apr 2026
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When hissing tongues in venom swirl and sting,
And sland’rous words like serpents twist the air,
May we be those esteeming others higher than ourselves,
And count each neighbor worthier than our care.
Not born of pride or selfish vain conceit,
Nor forged in hollow show for mortal eyes,
But in true lowliness, where grace is sweet,
We lift the least and silence our own cries.
Let swirling gales of spite their fury spend,
And tempests rage where envy loves to dwell;
We stand unmoved, as lights that heaven send,
Where meekness reigns and pride is cast away.
17 Friday Apr 2026
Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the holy places by the blood of Jesus, by the new and living way that he opened for us through the curtain, that is, through his flesh, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, with our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water.
— Hebrews 10:19-22 (ESV)
For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!”
— Romans 8:15 (ESV)
O Thou who dwell’st in unapproached light,
Eternal, holy, clothed in majesty,
Before whose throne the seraphim take flight
And veil their faces from Thy purity—
Yet Thou hast bid Thy children draw anear,
Not as base slaves with trembling and with fear,
But as the sons whom blood hath made most dear.
Once stood the veil, a dread dividing wall,
Where sin’s dark shadow barred the sinner’s way;
The priest alone might tremble at Thy call,
And even he with incense veiled the day.
But lo! the Lamb upon the cursed tree
Hath rent that curtain from the topmost height—
Top to the base, in one swift act of might.
The barrier falls; the way is open wide.
No more the servant’s grovelling, no more
The distant bow, the formulaic tide
Of measured words upon a distant shore.
Now boldly to the throne of grace we press,
Not trusting self, but Christ’s own righteousness,
And cry “Abba, Father!” in free address.
What reverence deeper than a child’s embrace?
What honor greater than to trust Thy love?
The prodigal returns not with downcast face,
But runs to arms that wait from heav’n above.
Thou runnest first—O mystery divine!—
The Father meets the son with open grace,
And calls him home where fear can ne’er confine.
No casual breach of Thy unchanging throne,
But holy converse born of Calvary’s blood.
The cross hath satisfied what law made known;
Now awe is sweetened in the Father’s flood.
Speak freely, soul: Thy groans, Thy joys, Thy tears—
He hears them all, and counts them precious spheres,
For Jesus’ sake, who dried Thy former fears.
Thou art not smaller for this nearness won,
Nor I grown bold beyond my blood-bought place.
Thy holiness remains the noonday sun;
Yet in its light I see Thy smiling face.
The King of kings is still the King of kings,
Yet stoops to hear the least of earthly things—
A Father’s heart in everlasting springs.
So let my prayer be conversation sweet,
Not performance cold, nor slavish tone,
But honest talk where love and reverence meet,
The child made bold because the veil is gone.
For Thou hast not changed roles with shifting mood;
Thou ever Holy, ever Father good—
And I, by grace, am welcome where I stood.
The cross made God no smaller in His might;
It lifted me from distance into light.
Closeness was ever heaven’s chief delight.
16 Thursday Apr 2026
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In the hush of midday heat where shadows fled,
A woman came alone to Jacob’s well,
Her steps were guarded, veiled in silent dread,
For whispers chased her where the townsfolk dwell.
Five husbands lost to time’s unyielding thread,
And one who shared her bed without the vow—
She drew no water when the dawn was red,
But sought the sun’s fierce blaze to hide her now.
Yet there He waited, weary from the road,
The Son of Man who needed not her cup,
Yet asked of her a drink, as if bestowed
A gift from one whom shame had lifted up.
“Give me to drink,” He said in gentle tone,
Though Jew and Samaritan should never meet;
He crossed the chasm sin had carved in stone,
And made her heart, though guarded, pause and beat.
She marveled at His words that broke the wall,
“How dost Thou ask of me, a woman scorned?”
He spoke of living streams that never pall,
Of water welling up where thirst is mourned.
“Thou hast had five,” He said with truth unveiled,
“And he thou hast is not thine own by right.”
No lash of judgment in His voice assailed,
But light that pierced the dark without a fight.
She turned to safer ground, to mount or shrine,
“Where shall we worship, Lord—on Gerizim?”
He answered not with rite or earthly line,
But spirit and in truth the Father seeks within.
The hour is come, He said, and now is here,
When true adorers bow not to a place,
But meet the God who draws the soul most near,
In hearts made clean by unearned, boundless grace.
Then, bold as dawn that breaks the prison night,
“I am He,” He declared, the Christ foretold,
To her whose name the righteous shunned in flight,
The Messiah spoke—His glory, pure and bold.
She left her jar, that vessel of her pain,
Forgot the thirst that drove her to the stone;
For One had filled her with eternal rain,
And burdens old were cast, no longer known.
Back to the town she ran, no longer veiled,
The faces once avoided now she sought;
“Come see a Man who told me all I’ve done,”
She cried, and many through her words were caught.
Not polished tale, nor life remade in show,
But honest witness born of grace received—
The outcast now a herald, bold to go
Where once her soul in shadowed fear had grieved.
O soul that hides beneath the noonday sun,
Who carries jars of shame in weary hands,
He meets thee not when all thy work is done,
But in the heat where no one else withstands.
He asks thee first, though He hath all to give,
Reveals thy wounds not to condemn or bind,
But offers drink that bids the spirit live,
And makes the broken heart His dwelling find.
Through finished work upon the cross of old,
The old hath passed; behold, the new is come.
No more performance, no more chains of gold—
In Christ thou art accepted, known, and home.
So leave thy jar, and run with voice restored,
Thy story now a door for others’ light;
The Well of Life hath called thee to Himself—
Precious soul, sought, valued, by thy Redeemer adored,
Bathed forever in salvation’s gift of life and light.
15 Wednesday Apr 2026
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O Thou who seest not as mortal eyes,
Nor weighs the soul by merit’s fragile scale,
But lookest through the veil where Jesus dies,
And finds in Him the worth that cannot fail—
What though my hands be stained, my steps unsure,
My heart a field half-tilled and overgrown?
Thou countest not the debts I still endure,
For on the Cross Thy reckoning was done.
“Beloved Son,” the heavens once proclaimed,
And now in Him I stand, by grace made one.
The aroma sweet of Christ, not mine, is named;
In that sweet savour Thou delightest, Son.
No thunderous voice of wrath pursues my shame,
But Zephaniah’s song breaks forth in glee:
The Lord in midst of me, exulting flame,
Rejoices with loud singing over me.
My sins, like scattered clouds, are blown away;
No ledger dark records what Christ has paid.
Thou art not wroth when I in weakness stray—
Thy love abounds, slow anger, quick to aid.
I am Thy child, not striving to become;
The Father’s love hath called me what I am.
No better self awaits a fuller sum—
I rest in what the finished work hath won.
Then let me cease from toil to earn Thy smile,
And walk as one already well approved.
The pressure falls; instead, a holy guile—
To live from favour, not for it be moved.
O God, who in Thy Son art pleased with me,
Though I see naught but failure in my glass,
Let this truth shine: Thy pride is full and free,
Rooted in Christ, and changeless as Thou art.
For nothing in my past or present frame
Can dim the glory of redeeming grace.
I am accepted in the Beloved’s name—
And in that name, I find my resting place.
12 Sunday Apr 2026
Stanza 2
When the accuser raised his voice,
Pointing out my every wrong,
Mercy silenced every noise,
Grace rewrote my broken song!
Refrain
It’s all mercy! It’s all grace!
Vict’ry shouts in every place!
Grace that triumphs, mercy wins,
Hallelujah! Joy begins!
Glory, glory, praise His name—
It’s all mercy, all grace!
Stanza 3
On the cross my Savior died,
Bearing wrath that should be mine;
Now I’m raised and justified,
Seated in the heavenlies fine!
Refrain
It’s all mercy! It’s all grace!
Vict’ry shouts in every place!
Grace that triumphs, mercy wins,
Hallelujah! Joy begins!
Glory, glory, praise His name—
It’s all mercy, all grace!
Stanza 4
Every chain of fear is gone,
Death has lost its fatal sting;
Christ the Victor leads us on,
Making all His people sing!
Refrain
It’s all mercy! It’s all grace!
Vict’ry shouts in every place!
Grace that triumphs, mercy wins,
Hallelujah! Joy begins!
Glory, glory, praise His name—
It’s all mercy, all grace!
Stanza 5
Though the trials rage and roar,
Grace supplies my every need;
Mercy opens heaven’s door,
And my heart is fully freed!
Refrain
It’s all mercy! It’s all grace!
Vict’ry shouts in every place!
Grace that triumphs, mercy wins,
Hallelujah! Joy begins!
Glory, glory, praise His name—
It’s all mercy, all grace!
Stanza 6
Now I run this race with fire,
Eyes on Jesus, strong and true;
Mercy lifts me ever higher,
Grace will carry me on through!
Refrain
It’s all mercy! It’s all grace!
Vict’ry shouts in every place!
Grace that triumphs, mercy wins,
Hallelujah! Joy begins!
Glory, glory, praise His name—
It’s all mercy, all grace!
Stanza 7
When I stand before the throne,
Clothed in robes of righteousness,
I will cast my crown before
Him who saved me—nothing less!
Refrain
It’s all mercy! It’s all grace!
Vict’ry shouts in every place!
Grace that triumphs, mercy wins,
Hallelujah! Joy begins!
Glory, glory, praise His name—
It’s all mercy, all grace!
12 Sunday Apr 2026
For by one offering he hath perfected for ever them that are sanctified.
— Hebrews 10:14 (KJV)
By one oblation, offered once for all,
The spotless Lamb hath wrought the end of strife;
No more the altar smokes with victims’ fall,
No priestly hands repeat the toil of life.
He, seated high at God’s right hand, doth reign,
And waits till every foe beneath Him lies—
The final triumph of His cross is plain:
Perfected evermore, the sanctified arise.
What endless toil the ancient shadows knew,
The blood of bulls and goats that could not cleanse;
Yet in His flesh He bore the curse anew,
And by that single stroke made full amends.
The veil is rent, the sanctuary flung wide,
Access is granted to the holiest place;
No condemnation now can e’er betide
The souls He hath perfected by His grace.
O glorious victory! The war is won,
Though tempests rage and sin still strives below;
In Him we stand complete, the battle done,
His righteousness our everlasting glow.
Forever sanctified, forever free,
We march as conquerors beneath His banner bright;
The Captain of salvation’s sure decree:
One offering perfects us in endless light.
Rejoice, ye saints! Lift high the victor’s song,
For death is swallowed up, and hell o’erthrown;
In Christ alone the ransomed souls belong,
Perfected ever by His work alone.
No merit ours, no striving of our own—
His cross the triumph, His blood the seal divine;
Thus rests the soul upon the Cornerstone,
Victorious now, and evermore to shine.
11 Saturday Apr 2026
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In the midst of life’s fiercest tempests and deepest shadows, there is a peace that surpasses understanding — a calm that descends only when we remember that Christ reigneth. His sovereign rule does not merely command the winds and waves; it stills the restless storms within our own hearts. This pairing of Scripture and poetry is an invitation to lift our eyes to the throne above, where the King of kings sits in endless light, offering rest, victory, and the promise that every tear will one day be wiped away. May these words draw your soul into the hush of His presence and the joy of His eternal reign.
Revelation 19:1-10 (KJV)
And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God: For true and righteous are his judgments: for he hath judged the great whore, which did corrupt the earth with her fornication, and hath avenged the blood of his servants at her hand. And again they said, Alleluia. And her smoke rose up for ever and ever. And the four and twenty elders and the four beasts fell down and worshipped God that sat on the throne, saying, Amen; Alleluia. And a voice came out of the throne, saying, Praise our God, all ye his servants, and ye that fear him, both small and great. And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready. And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints. And he saith unto me, Write, Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb. And he saith unto me, These are the true sayings of God. And I fell at his feet to worship him. And he said unto me, See thou do it not: I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren that have the testimony of Jesus: worship God: for the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.
In realms where tempests rage and shadows creep,
A hush descends, as ancient promises keep.
The throne above, unyielding, firm, and bright,
Where sits the King of kings in endless light.
Our Lord and Savior reigns, His scepter strong,
No earthly crown can match His sovereign song.
Through valleys deep where fears like rivers flow,
His voice commands the winds: “Be still, and know.”
The storms that howl, the doubts that claw the soul,
Bow low before the One who makes them whole.
He calms the sea with but a whispered word,
And peace, like dawn, upon the weary stirred.
In Him, the battle’s won before the fight,
The darkness flees before His holy might.
No chain can bind, no grave can hold His power—
He rose triumphant at the appointed hour.
So rest, O heart, in this eternal reign,
Where grace abounds and sorrow turns to gain.
The Lord who conquered death now holds the key—
In His dominion, we are truly free.
At peace forever, ‘neath His watchful eye,
Our Savior reigns, and every tear shall dry.
Let heavens ring with hallelujahs grand,
For Christ is King, and in His hand we stand.
Revelation 22:20 (KJV)
He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.
11 Saturday Apr 2026
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The world You created is beautiful—
its source is Thee, Lord Jesus, pure beauty!
The source is thee!
11 Saturday Apr 2026
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In shadowed halls where once the sacred flame
Burned bright with truth from Calvary’s scarred tree,
A hollow creed now whispers out a name—
“Christianity”—yet Christ it will not see.
The Word, once living sword and guiding star,
Lies dusty on the shelf of quaint old lore;
They trade the Cross for comfort’s gilded bar,
And nail anew what love could not restore.
No thorn-crowned King, no blood-bought pardon here,
But gentle fables soft as morning mist—
A therapy of self, a smile austere,
Where sin is but a wound the world has kissed.
They build their temples tall with marble lies,
Proclaim a gospel sweetened, safe, and tame;
Yet heaven weeps, and hell in silence cries:
“This is no Christ—only His empty name.”
O wandering flock, return to Jordan’s stream!
Cling to the Rock that breaks the rebel will.
Let not the age’s dream supplant the dream
Of Him who died—and bids the dead live still.
Until all have heard the ancient, thunderous call—
The narrow way, the gate, the risen Lord—
Stand fast, ye faithful: let no counterfeit enthrall,
For it is the Church that wields the living sharpness of His sword—
The living Word that cuts through every lie,
Not the compromised, warm, white sepulchre kind
Of Christianity, but the fierce and true
That answers only to the voice of Christ,
And calls the dead to rise and live anew.
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