MORNING SONG

The morn in peaceful silence greets
the still and empty nearby streets,
in the East, the warming, golden rays
probe the dark, outpours a bright new day.

Creation wakens with a thrill
sun chasing shadows down the hill,
woolly lambs drift softly by
grazing in their pastures, in the sky.

Be still and listen to the throb
the love, of The Almighty God,
He tells us that He’s always there
in His daily blessings, that we share.

Each moment is another verse
a song of love forever, to disperse,
the glories of the Master’s Hand
countless as the grains of sand.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 27, 1994

LOVE STORY

Gazing down upon humanity
so many years ago,
the Son of God, in all His splendour
longed, His Love for us to show.

He asked His loving Father
if He could pay the price,
of all our sins and evil deeds
by His Love Sacrifice.

The Father, understanding
His Son Divine, did dress,
this purest, perfect Spirit
in our weighted, human flesh.

He placed Him in the purest place
that He could find on earth,
in the fragrance of a virgin’s womb
to await His humble birth.

She knew that sorrow waited
in shadows of another time,
that two hearts would bleed in union
for the errors of mankind.

Born in a humble stable
for all mankind , to show,
His wealth was in the Father’s love
and in this wealth He’d grow.

He grew, like any other child
was taught the lessons and the ways,
like us, in all else but sin
let us ever give Him praise.

In the passing years His knowledge
of the Father’s will became,
the map, to lead Him down the path
to glory, and a death of shame.

He suffered, how He suffered
His last breath He did take,
the last drop of His Precious Blood
He shed, for our sake.

Such love, the like, we’ll never see
on this our earth again,
until His promised second coming
that will end all fear and pain.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 15, 1994

HOMEWARD BOUND

Sometimes I walk with dragging steps
down paths so dark, alone
my heart’s attachments wounding
and to torture often prone.

It seems each step is weighted
as life’s burdens push me down,
I struggle, to put on a smile
but it soon turns to a frown.

Then a new day opens up
fresh joy He brings to me,
a respite from the valley
and new hope do I see.

For steps in darkness, steps in light
are all the same you see,
they lead me ever Homeward Bound
closer my God to Thee.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 12, 1994