Wednesday, December 21, 1994

A NEW DAY


A new day is dawning
and with the rising of the sun,
all men’s hearts are calming
there’s new hope for everyone.

For we’ve tested and we’ve tried
earthly ways to be content,
nothing’s worked, and men have cried
now’s the time to change, repent.

The answer’s been there all along
the help that we all need,
in our hearts His soul song
rings out, is finally freed.

Then the veil is lifted
and our vision is like new,
we realize that we’ve been gifted
by God, faithful and true.

We finally see His guiding hand
in all life’s happenings,
when men play out His Mighty Plan
true happiness He brings.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 21, 1994

Friday, December 16, 1994

SONG OF GLORY


Oh Jesus I love You
my heart is content,
play Your song of love through me
I’m Your instrument.

Let the notes ring out clearly
let them sound near and far,
let them tell of Your Glory
the love that You are.

The melody’s simple
its beauty does grow,
the rhythm is graceful
and the lyrics do flow.

My song’s never ending
its notes will still play,
I will sing it so gladly
until my final day.

Then You’ll write a new song
like none played before,
I’ll sing Your Song of Glory
with pure joy evermore

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 16, 1994

Thursday, December 15, 1994

JESUS KNOWS


Every deep dark secret
buried in our minds and hearts,
our every imperfection
Jesus knows each piercing dart.

Each time we show compassion
kindness, generosity,
or lend an ear to pain and sorrow
Jesus knows–smiles tenderly.

When our hearts are broken
by someone’s careless word or deed,
that takes away our confidence
Jesus knows our every need.

So many tears are falling
not one heart is left unscathed,
some turn away, ask not for help
Jesus knows they can be saved.

If only we would love Him
and take our sweet repose,
in His precious Sacred Heart
all His children, Jesus knows.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 15, 1994

Monday, December 12, 1994

TO KNOW HIM MORE


Sitting in my rocking chair
as back and forth I go,
I reach down deep, within my heart
my wounds and tears I show.

To Jesus, ‘oft forgotten
in all our busy days,
He waits for us to ask for help
to give Him thanks and praise.

For His blessings are uncountable
His ways are not our own,
we find it hard to follow Him
to sin and darkness we are prone.

Help me learn about You Jesus
as much as any human can,
I long to know about the love
that sent You, God made man.

The more I learn about You
the greater my desire,
to be engulfed forevermore
with Your saving, loving fire.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 12, 1994

Saturday, December 10, 1994

LIFE SOURCE


God’s river of love does gently flow
from Him through you and me,
it carries us with purpose
to where He wants us to be.

But, we sometimes see, upon the shore
delights that tempt and taunt,
when savoured, leave a bitter taste
hearts and minds the deeds do haunt.

When we stray, far from the flow
and want to turn the tide,
Satan whispers vicious lies
he wants us on his side.

Go back to the river
the truth, the peace, the source,
of all that’s needed in our lives
let the river run its course.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 10, 1994

Tuesday, December 6, 1994

THE HUMBLE STABLE


Rejoice! rejoice!
be of good cheer,
our loving Saviour
is very near.

The world, it waits
in anticipation,
the Glorias of angels
announcing peace to all nations.

The stable is still
the manger awaits,
a humble abode
in a tumble down state.

Joseph and Mary
so tired and worn,
found no place but this
for The Child to be born.

So they did what they could
with what little they had,
never complaining
their hearts were so glad.

Joseph gave her what comfort
his love could provide,
he prayed and waited
not far from her side.

Soon the stable was filled
with heavenly light,
and enveloped sweet Mary
in ecstasy, from his sight.

Oh, the joy and the peace
and the light it did pour,
from out the poor stable
through the cracks and the floor.

And lo, there’s the virgin
in her arms holding tight,
the precious wee Christ Child
to turn darkness to light.

To this day the Hosannahs
reverberate still,
the Good News ever echoing
and all men’s hearts thrill.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 06, 1994