IN THE ARMS OF MARY

Mother Mary take us
in your arms so soft and sweet,
press us close, unto your heart
lull us with each soothing beat.

All your roses have turned wild
prune away the prickly thorns,
that choke and maim our souls so lost
so battered, bruised and torn.

We’ve tried to do it on our own
the hard and lonely way,
forgive our lapse of memory
take us to your heart today.

Take us, Mary, by the hand
defend and teach us day by day,
how to walk the narrow road
nevermore to go astray.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 29, 1994

LILY OF THE VALLEY

Your quietude and beauty
so delicate and meek,
your veiled-head bowed in humble prayer
your perfume wafts so sweet.

You sought only to be all for Him
from the time of His conception,
with attitude of holy reverence
and all-beautiful perfection.

You grew in holiness and grace
until one day your soul,
cried out in longing, to the Father
for His will to soon unfold.

From the highest heaven came
The Word to dwell within,
your purest tabernacle
never touched by stain of sin.

With your voice so like a dove
you prayed and sang to Him,
the treasure that you cradled
was the Saviour of all men.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 27, 1994

TO KNOW HIS LOVE

In times when all is going well
on His great love we seldom dwell,
it’s only when we are laid low
His abundant love we start to know.

It come in cards with loving words
get well wishes, written, heard,
calls and visits, cheerfully bring
joy to my soul, my heart to sing.

The bouquets with their colours gay
bring sunshine to my darkened days,
the essence of the prayers impart
their fragrance to the Father’s heart.

His love tho’ it is always there
in times of darkness He does share,
flowing like a river without end
through family and much loved friends.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 14, 1994

TO WEAR THE CROWN

We are heirs to the Kingdom
children of our mighty King,
He gave to us His only Son
who took away death’s sting.

While on the earth He wore the crown
the Father’s will He did accept,
Obedient up to the end
to His final ragged breath.

How can we ever thank Him?
how can we make recompense,
He suffered for us out of love
He was pure and innocent.

When He says go, then I will go
when He says stay, I’ll stay,
accepting always with a smile
His plan for me each day.

I’ll wear the crown and with my ‘yes’
each joy each sacrifice,
lifted up to give Him glory
I will gladly pay the price.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 11, 1994