THE WEDDING

Each time we answer to His call
or rise and walk when e’er we fall,
He gives to us His loving smile
and beckons us, walk down the aisle.

The angel choirs, voices raised
join with the saints to give Him praise,
the Bridegroom waits, His eyes a plea
beloved spouse, come be with Me.

My longing, trembling heart does throb
to be in union with my God,
to give Him praise and take my rest
my head upon His loving breast.

Each day when the sun bestows
it’s crimson rays, and all’s aglow,
closer, I will be to Thee
my God, my Love, eternally.

And then, oh then, my day will come
the earth, my tomb, You’ll take me from,
the veil from off my soul You’ll raise
into eyes of love I’ll ever gaze.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
June 10, 1994