THE POWER OF THE CROSS

Beloved children bring to me
all your vessels empty as can be,
follow on the path that I once tread
leading you from the valley of the dead.

To where I was tortured and racked with pain
My body and soul they had no stain,
but those of My children whose hearts were hardened
so I walked to the mount of eternal pardon.

Amid the hearts of the Trinity
was My mother’s heart pierced in its purity,
throbbing in union with her fading Son
whose death would become a victory won.

Come to the Cross and I promise one day
true peace will fill your vessels of clay,
taking them out of a world grown selfish and cold
turning them into Holy Vessels of Gold.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 25, 1993

TAKE UP THE CROSS

Every morning as we wake
upon our shoulders we must take,
The Cross that Jesus’ body bore
following in His footsteps evermore.

Sometimes it weighs down without cease
as we walk along life’s busy streets,
struggling to keep on an even keel
temptations nipping at our heels.

They follow oh so close behind
evil spirits of the flesh and mind,
waiting for unguarded moments
our dark sides they unceasingly foment.

We fall and lose sight of the Son
blinded by the scales of the evil one,
get up, and do not be afraid
the price of your sins, on the Cross I paid.

Refresh your souls in the healing stream
of the Saviour who, for all time redeemed,
no matter what life our way does toss
each morning anew, Take Up The Cross.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 23, 1993

HEARTS ENTWINED

Two loving hearts have beaten
from the beginning of all time,
to mankind’s hearts they’re calling
for their hearts to be entwined.

With both Sacred and Immaculate hearts
that are filled with love outpouring,
their desire once and for all time
to love and trust them they’re imploring.

Blinded by the world’s pollution
we follow voices of another,
who leads us mindlessly, wrecklessly down
mother, father, sister, brother.

As we approach the bottom
what light that there is left,
grasps out for the hand of God
for our souls are so bereft.

Our crying hearts are taken
soothed by their love divine,
to beat forever in His Kingdom
with all our hearts entwined.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 19, 1993

LIFE CHAIN

All hearts are being called to fuse
in love and daily join to use,
Mary’s life chain, when prayed in trust
will bring about a world that’s just.

Full of life, not despair and death
that comes from Satan’s sulfureous breath,
he tempts, he taunts, fogs and distorts
then in weakest moments does abort.

New life, so fresh and innocent
that is a gift from heaven sent,
a flower that was plucked too soon
from the haven of the womb.

Let us band together, lift our banner high
each prayer sent soaring to the sky,
every boy and girl, and man and wife
come be a link in the chain of life.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 17, 1993

JOURNEY HOME

The moment our souls departed
from the glory of His home,
to nestle in our mother’s womb
we commenced our journey home

The first excursion that we take
is so short and causes pain,
but discomfort is forgotten
when our mother’s arms we gain.

Tiny legs begin to walk
many a tumble we sustain,
tears are wiped, a bandaid hug
and we’re on the road again.

As we grow in strength and confidence
legs take us off to class,
the tears of child and parent
soon forgotten, they don’t last.

In this time of learning
we seldom realize,
the plan the Father has for us
life’s events befog our eyes.

His patience, as He waits for us
to finally grasp the truth,
that without His help and guidance
we’ll forever stay aloof.

Oft’ times we make a wrong turn
down paths that often lead,
our souls to sin and darkness
by wantonness and greed.

But by the loving grace of God
before it is too late,
we get the chance to change our course
and follow in His wake.

Down the roads of peace and joy
never more to roam,
He awaits us smiling–beckoning
as we complete our Journey Home.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 16, 1993

CRADLE OF LOVE

Rock me Jesus, rock me
in the cradle of Your love,
You are the gentle comforter
whose hands caress me from above.

Heal all my deepest wounds and hurts
give me strength that I will need,
to do the will of God the Father
in thought, in word, in deed.

I am just a newborn baby
much to learn with each new day,
Your hands I need to guide me
what to do and what to say.

In times of need, please whisper Lord
words of hope to calm life’s fears,
Your Word , the only healing balm
speak it gently in my ears.

When I feel cold and lonely
and I need a place to rest,
wrap me in the blanket of Your love
my head nestled on Your breast.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 06, 1993