PASS IT ON

I walk along each and every day
carrying a very heavy load,
I take it here, I take it there
down many a dusty road.

My heart is often troubled
and my mind is in a stew,
I feel that I’ve missed something
Lord, please tell me what to do.

I’ve asked You many, many times
for Your love in plenteous measure,
and every time You did respond
I received it faithfully to treasure.

So what then is my problem
what will give my soul relieve,
Is it that I’ve kept it just for me
and stashed it like a thief.

So now until the day I die
and even the time beyond,
to Your each and every creature
I will joyfully pass it on.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 15, 1993