SING MY SOUL

Oh my soul, lift up your voice
with notes I cannot raise,
sing my song to Jesus
my song of love and praise.

When waves of love wash o’er me
the longings do increase,
to praise You my Lord Jesus
with words that never cease.

No words, spoken by me
could ever be compared,
to the song of love my soul sings
ever constant, nothing spared.

Give my all, oh soul of mine
every moment of each day,
to my one and only Jesus
my Light, my Love, my Way.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 27, 1994

GOD’S GIFT TO ANNE AND JOACHIM

For years her womb, unfruitful
longed to feel the joy of life
arms ached to hold a baby
God’s gift to man and wife.

And tho’ it seemed their fervent prayers
would never be fulfilled,
in the Temple anew, they asked the grace
faith and hope within them still.

The Lord God saw the virtues
that filled the aging pair,
and granted so much more to them
a gift beyond compare.

Her womb, held the new hope
to be given unto men,
the purest, sweetest virgin
to be born without a sin.

Their prayers were answered even more
than they could have ever dreamed,
she would give birth to the woman
who would become all heaven’s Queen.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 27, 1994