HE MENDED ME

There have been times back in the past
I thought my life would never last,
I fought for every breath, and it did seem
I’d never make it to my teens.
Often in the night I couldn’t sleep
Into the future I would seek.
To see what life might hold for me
Was it to be a life of misery?
I was filled with overwhelming fear
So I asked God, to draw ever near.
I asked Him please, if He didn’t cure
To make my days easier to endure.
The answer came through daily prayer
He showed me He was always there.
In time His answer came, you see
He put His breath inside of me.
He’s a loving Father, who hears each plea
He heard, He loved, He mended me.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 30, 1993

ALL OF ME

Melt me Lord that I may be
soft in love for all to see.

Mold me Lord in Your perfect hands
so I may better suit Your plan.

Fill me with Your gifts, may they ever fuse
to heart and soul with love, Your Holy Glue.

Use me, replete, with all You’ve given
to lead all souls to Your home in heaven.

I am clay in Your hands, I long to be
my precious Lord, use all of me.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 24, 1993

HEAVENLY HONEY

Oh dearest Lord may I ever be
as busy as the honey bee,
spreading the pollen that keeps alive
all Your flowers whose nectar does provide,
the heavenly honey so lovingly sent
the supply of which will never be spent.

It’s the sweetener that will always heal
life’s bitterest trials when we make the appeal,
all we have to do, is take the first sip
pray that its goodness will ever stick,
to the acrid regions of heart, mind, and soul
keeping them sweet and forever whole.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 24, 1993

A MEETING WITH THE SPIRIT

It all started with a wonderful ride
a wedge of friends on either side,
we prayed the Rosary, sang many a hymn
to prepare our spirits for the presence of Him.
Who would make us soar to heavenly heights
put all worries and troubles out of sight.
His people were many, packed shoulder to knee
their faces full of His love for all to see.
I met a new friend, she sat next to me
her eyes full of tears and misery.
She cried and was sad, my heart strings did tub
I put arms around her and gave her a hug.
She told me she loved me, I said I love you too,
so we exchanged addresses and a story or two.
The Spirit flowed freely from each of the speakers,
a healing balm for each and every seeker.
Every heart, every soul, lifted up by the singing
the vibrations of which, in my ears is still ringing.
Two ladies anointed my head and my palms,
I told them of pain I’ve carried so long.
They laid hands upon me, and prayed with such zeal,
oh the wonderful things I started to feel.
My heart fluttered, then pounded in each fingertip,
I was pleasantly breathless, needing no drug for this trip.
Tiny shocks were passing from her hand to mine,
the peace and release were oh so sublime.
All through the Mass, my inner being was trembling
what a joy to be in, this unified assembling,
of His people who, are all in accord,
loving and serving the Almighty Lord.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 24, 1993

LEAN ON ME

When your day is fraught with worries
and your plans have fallen through,
your oh so lost and lonely
that you don’t know what to do.

When someone you’ve loved and trusted
has turned their back and fled,
you’re hurt and often wonder
was it something that you said.

When someone asks you please to do
what fills your heart with dread,
you feel insecure and fearful
on paths you’ve never tread.

Just remember precious child of Mine
that for all time I will be,
ever present, all around you
Please, won’t you lean on Me.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 12, 1993

He Is

The look of love
the compassionate ear,
the lips that speak
to calm life’s fears.

The forgiving soul
the helping hand,
His feet that walk sowing
His Word o’er the land.

The caring heart
that gives relief,
to another heart
bowed low in grief.

He did all these things
and we too should live,
our actions full of the love
He Is.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 11, 1993

THE OASIS

Oh souls of Mine
why do you waste,
life’s precious time
to ever pace,
in arid desserts all alone
Come to The Oasis.

Oh My children
heed My call,
there’s comfort here
for one and all,
in my everlasting arms of love
Come to The Oasis.

Oh cleanse your wounds
don’t try to hide,
for all your sins
on the Cross I died,
just ask and all will be forgiven
Come to The Oasis.

Oh My loved ones
don’t you see,
that I need you
and you need me,
all things are here for all who thirst
Come to The Oasis.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 11, 1993

THE MASTER PAINTER

The glory of God shines around us
in every living thing,
it shines forth from His stars and planets
to their beauty our eyes do cling.

From the rise of the sun every morning
to its setting of violet and rose,
the Master Painter’s hands are busy
all our days He does compose.

With each stroke of the Master’s brush
new wonders do unfold,
so mysterious, so wonderful
their beauties forever untold.

Each and every glorious morning
the shutters of our eyes we raise,
to view the Master’s gallery
and to ever give Him praise.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 08, 1993

SYMPHONY OF SPRING

It all begins with a subtle wisp
of something in the air,
the days have lost their crispness
new buds are bursting everywhere.

Birds in their Spring regalia
joyfully sing o’er hill and dale,
praising God for all the splendor
that comes always without fail.

The sun in ever increasing strength
coaxes grass and bulbs to rise,
from the ever warming earth
reaching upward to the sky.

The flies between the window panes
commence to stagger on their feet,
and the chorus of the frogs
with songs, lull me into sleep.

The geese all fly in perfect vees
so all of us can see,
they’ve made it to another Spring
their pattern one of victory.

The cleanness of the Springtime air
enters windows, fills each room,
with something money cannot buy
a drop of God’s perfume.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 1, 1993