CROSSES

The pain within my heart it grows
Jesus is the one who knows,
my inward tears are filling up
all my secret recesses to the top.

The pains are sometimes long and sharp
that pierce and maim my very heart,
my life with problems overflowing
I try to keep them lord from showing.

I must keep on going with my cross
for in the end all won’t be lost,
long ago You trudged to Calvary
with Your Cross, and wounds and misery.

No one was gentle, no one was kind
Your mother’s grief always on Your mind,
Your heart so broken by man’s rejection
by the ones who were Your first selection.

But Your love was great, and Your mercy deep
the third day Your promise You did keep,
You rose in glorious, heavenly light
You opened Your home to all the contrite.

So when I suffer and feel adrift
I think of Your love and relief is swift,
in my sorrows I am never alone
as I wait Your longed for plea–come home.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Jan. 29, 1993

WHY?

Why did you take away my right
to see the light of my first day,
to cuddle in your loving arms
in the warmth to swing and sway?

To suckle close to your own heart
to the rhythm of its beat,
to nestle in God-given arms
until I go to sleep?

To never hear you cooing softly
of the love you have for me,
or hear the gentle lullabies
that for me know, can never be.

The flowers, trees and honey bees
will never be within my sight,
for when you took away my life
you took away my right.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Jan. 25, 1993

SEA OF LOVE

Your Spirit Lord has set me free
upon a vast and marvelous sea,
I rise and fall upon each swell,
at ease because I know so well,
no fears have I to overwhelm,
for You are always at the helm
Upon Your Sea Of Love.

You are my port in every storm,
when waves of darkness start to form,
and whirlpools swirl and pull me in,
in the frothy pools I seek to swim.
Then when I think that I am lost,
Your lifeline Lord is gently tossed
Upon Your Sea Of Love.

Your breath it fills my every sail,
and never does it cease to fail,
Your stars and sun and moon do guide,
as I ebb and flow upon the tide.
Your are the beacon that leadeth me,
forever on the safest sea
Upon Your Sea Of Love.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Jan. 12, 1993

THE MASTER’S GARDEN

We are the flowers in His garden
and our needs are quite a few,
we are scattered over all the earth
we blossom in varied hue.

His love it shines down like the sun
it shines on each of us,
His blessings rain down every day
and wash away the dust.

He sowed our seed with perfect love
His gifts do help us grow,
He feeds us with the Bread of Life
His Spirit bends us to and fro.

Keep us perfect, fresh and bright
so that one day we may be,
chosen by the Master’s Hand
to bloom for Him eternally.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Jan. 11, 1993

AWAKE, AWAKE

Awake, awake, don’t hesitate
the light of dawn’s about to break,
the darkness in the world to cease
all His love gifts to increase.

Mankind in darkness, on the brink
to the evil abyss about to sink,
will wake at dawn’s first golden light
only then to see their dreadful plight.

So keep God always in your heart
let His presence from you never depart,
may His precious love shine through our eyes
and we’ll win at last the final prize.

Let us listen to His Holy Word
pray that the Good News will be heard,
let us be on guard, and for our sake
help us stay awake, awake.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Jan. 08, 1993