THE PATIENT FATHER

Your patience Lord astounds me
oh how long You have been waiting,
for mankind to have trust in You
with their hearts so sore and aching.

Our lives full of material things
we take no time to praise,
You, my Lord and Saviour
the giver of our days.

In all the churches of the world
You wait with arms outstretched,
a patient, loving Father
but we're not ready yet.

We created Your wounds with our lack of love
oh why can we not see,
that to put our lives into Your hands
only then will we be free.

The pain and suffering in our world
reaching terrible proportions,
our vision of the true way blocked
by Satan, master of distortion.

In my soul of souls I hear Your plea
My little children come to Me,
please help us Lord to heed Your call
there's love and mercy enough for all.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 29, 1992

THE FLICKERING LIGHT

No matter how it happens
through love or accident,
His Love lights up and starts to grow
on life, it’s bound and bent.

It feels so safe and cuddled
in the cup of God’s own hand,
its earthly abode uncertain
because of the ignorance of man.

It knows not of the hatred
of the darkness or the sin,
its light is pure and oh so bright
life shines still from within.

But then one day there comes a change
it senses fear and tension,
its little mind can’t comprehend
horror, too terrible to mention.

The little light starts flickering
in the breeze of things to come,
the light of God is all it has
from its vessel it has none.

From the hatred of the world
instruments of death invade,
the little life is cruelly snuffed
never to see the light of day.

Oh mankind, when will you stop the hate
when will the blindness cease to be,
let these little lights shine on
oh people..........let them BE.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 28, 1992

THE BLOOMING

In nature first there is the seed
and then comes sun and shower,
on earth’s good things it slowly feeds
then comes the bud and flower.

In my soul there was a seed
that from my conception,
started to grow so very slow
reaching for perfection.

It soon became a little sprout
at a slow and steady pace,
in time it would grow larger
with His love and with His grace.

When I was six my first communion
brought His light to shine in me,
then the miracle of the bud
was there for all to see.

And with my confirmation
when I could read and write,
I started more to understand
His power and His might.

In my teens the earthly things
took over one by one,
they formed a dark and troubled cloud
blocking out the Son.

But His gifts they kept on flowing
as steady as the rain,
He never did forget me
He loved me just the same.

When I was much older
it seemed something was lacking,
then The Word came shining through
in my faith I had been slacking.

I started then to listen
I started then to see,
I asked the Holy Spirit
to enter in, to feed me.

And now I have commenced to bloom
my face turned to the Son,
His breath, the wind that moves me
one with Him I have become.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 20, 1992

MY SENSES

Oh the love it overwhelms me
it fills me to the brim,
and all I have to do is think
of all that comes from Him.

With each sense that was given me
I will always give Him praise,
the essence of my Saviour
has got me in a daze.

To see in every being
black, yellow, red or white,
the loving face of Jesus
it’s such a wondrous sight.

And the fruits of this good earth
so delicious to the taste,
but to the table of the Lord
we must quickly go in haste.

I sit in quietude and wait
to hear His precious call,
He speaks to me of love and mercy
and helps me not to fall.

To touch my neighbour, when in his need
he humbly comes to me,
Is to touch the hand of God
for all eternity.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 15, 1992

THE INVITATION

Come, come, come to the table
all of you, both sick and able,
eat of His body
drink of His blood,
and true life will come
like a miraculous flood.
It will fill you up to overflowing
and your countenance will be ever glowing.
Oh why is there such hesitation
when such a feast is His presentation.
Come, come and see
if you only would,
come and taste that the Lord is good.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 01, 1992