LET GO....LET GOD

As I gaze out my window
on a grey and wintry morn,
I spy a solitary leaf
freeze-dried, of beauty shorn.

It trembles in the cold wind
and to its branch does cling,
in loneliness, and frigid fear
of what the future soon will bring.

To let go means to let the wind
blow it where it’s never been,
to places strange and far away
to a new world yet unseen.

I too, at times feel all alone
in a desert dry and cold,
afraid to change or reach out
to a future yet untold.

I stay with feet firm planted
in what is sure and safe,
afraid to step out, into something new
lest my foot, I sorely chafe.

Let go, oh leaf, oh fearful soul
let go so you can live,
in the fullness of the Spirit
take in all the love He gives.

The wind will only blow you
to the Cross on Calvary’s hill,
so you can have eternal life
and fulfill the Father’s Will.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 15, 1995

SLOWLY, SLOWLY

Slowly, slowly to the manger
all are drawn unto the child,
unto the baby born of Mary
sweet and tender, meek and mild.

Hush now, let us not awaken
the wee one from His blissful sleep,
on bended knee bow low before Him
this vision in our hearts to keep.

Wrapped in swaddling clothes He lays there
on a mattress made of hay,
Mary and Joseph smile their tender greetings
as shepherds come to kneel and pray.

Slowly, slowly kings are coming
from the east their numbers three,
a bright star high up in the heavens
leads them to the place they long to be.

Hosannah in the highest heaven
is the song the angels sing,
it rings out over hill and valley
the news, the birth of Christ the King.

Slowly, slowly, I go stealing
near to Him so I can give,
the only gift I know will please Him
my love, my life, long as I live.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 08, 1995

PREPARE A PLACE

Oh let us children one and all
because the time is nigh,
prepare a place within our hearts
for His coming from on high.

His birthplace, a poor stable
so many years since past,
became a haven for the King
salvation’s die was cast.

If we could only comprehend
the fullness of His love,
this precious gift sent to us
from the Father up above.

The awaited guest is coming,
let us prepare Him room,
in the manger of our hearts,
Jesus is coming soon

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 04, 1995

GIFT OF DIAMONDS

The world is wrapped in splendor
adorned with glitter, shining bright,
diamond pendants hang from eave and limb
a rich and cheerful sight.

The willow’s laden heavy
with jewels that reach the ground,
playing tinkling-happy music
as the wind blows through its crown.

Around the deck in perfect row
hangs the finest crystal lace,
the sun rays kiss its beauty
and it weeps and changes place.

The golden sun begins to sink
far as the eye can see,
naked branches of the hedgerows
become as silver filigree.

Awed by this perfect vision
God’s gift to all today,
turn not from the Love, the Giver
give thanks to Him each day.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 28, 1995

CUP OF SILENCE

In silence ever deepening
another world is taking shape,
there is nothing I can do
and no place to escape.

I know not why it has to be
or when ‘twill be complete,
I search the faces of the knowledge
in their eyes I see defeat.

I read the faces of my family
and those of all my friends,
I watch for any little clue
to help me comprehend.

Lord, let their patience for me grow
all my pain I offer up,
what will be, is in Your hands
help me lift and drink the cup.

And though it’s taste is bitter
to the last I’ll drink my fill,
with Your Joy deep in my heart
as I do Your Holy Will.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 16, 1995

WINTER LACE

VYour every living creature
has felt Thy mighty hand,
for in the night, You decorated
with lacy snow, across the land.

Each creature, a new masterpiece
light shortened days become more bright,
from Fall scenes, of greyish drabness
to a pure and wondrous sight.

All You’ve made, delights the eye
homes are frosted with new snow,
the trees, with beauty laden
in thanks to You, bow low.

On the hedge so lightly hung
are many cotton balls,
across the cold and windy fields
blue jay and cardinal calls.

The Lord has wrapped an ermine cape
around His creatures with His Grace,
and edged all of His creation
with the finest Winter lace.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 15, 1995

RENDEZVOUS

In the early morning hour
You woke me Lord so You could shower,
my eyes, my ears, my very being
with the glories of Your Hand for seeing.

The street lights, their nights work was done
with the rising of Your lamp, the sun,
that in the East was all aglow
it’s blushing not unlike a rose.

Before it peeked above the rim
its beauty to be born for Him,
its glory ,melted, purest gold
the horizon gilded, oh behold....

The gift that is a crisp new day
pristine and pure, one moment stay,
afraid to blink and change the scene
to make perfection last, is but a dream.

The moments pass, Your day unfolds
Your peoples hearts, lukewarm and cold,
go scurrying , as in a race
unseeing of Your boundless grace.

Missed miracles and memories
the sights, the smells, gone....history,
backs turned on hands that daily give
Your gifts that show us that You Live.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 30, 1995

TWILIGHT’S SONG

The golden sun is slipping down
in changing colours to the ground,
all is peaceful, all is still
as slanting rays shoot down the hill.

At feeders birds are making use
of seed and bath, their noise profuse,
the blue jay screams its shrill dominion
over all the backyard kingdom.

The crescent moon, so cold, aloof
suspended high in heaven’s roof,
and the soulful willow’s tresses
turn yellow as the fall progresses.

A near by dog, his yelping sends
a greeting to his canine friends,
and suddenly there’s ne’er a breeze
to rustle multi coloured leaves.

At last the clouds o’er western sky
beauty blushing treat the eye,
all babes within their beds belong
harken to sweet Twilight’s Song.


Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 29, 1995

EVANGELII NUNTIANDI

Let us proclaim the Good News
to every man and nation,
so they’ll decide for Jesus
most precious gift to all creation.

We must take the Gospel to our hearts
His invitation to embrace,
follow Jesus, tell His story
help all to meet Him face to face.

When we heed His message
deciding finally to give,
our life to Jesus, ask forgiveness
then He’ll show us how to live.

With our ‘Yes’ we set in motion
God’s graces in our hearts,
He transforms us with His Power
so to make a brand new start.

When we seek Him, He will find us
when He knocks, invite Him in,
He’ll fill you with what’s needed
to go and dwell with Him.

Let us take Him , to our burdened hearts
accept all He has to give,
and we’ll never be afraid again
to go out and fully live.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 25, 1995

OUR DAILY BREAD

Your Bread of Life was given
at the instance of Your thought,
of the life that’s daily in us
alone we would be naught.

With Your bread You feed the hungry
with those that have, the hunger grows,
for the God who keeps on giving
His paternal love to show.

His gift, the only one that matters
the pearl without a price,
the life blood of all nations
the only food that will suffice.

Give us each day our daily bread
let it rain down from above,
we cannot have life without it
for Your Bread of Life is Love.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 24, 1995

OCTOBER DAY

The clouds of grey are speeding by
on their stormy ocean in the sky,
and here and there a small oasis
pools of blue our vision graces.

The wind, its angry breath does hurl
the dizzying-dancing leaves a-swirl,
to trim the curbs and hedgerow still
with their fading beauty for a frill.

The trees are whipping, all grown sparse
their dry leaves giggling at some farce,
no less lovely by their loss
still fetching, as their crowns they toss.

The molten beauty of the sun
shines forth and shows to everyone,
the blessings that have come our way
on such a cool October day.


Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 15, 1995

LABOUR OF LOVE

Your children loving Father
in answer to Your call,
are gathering to learn the ways
to minister to all.

To seek the help that’s needed
to balance out our lives,
then step out in faith and courage
and help our neighbour thrive.

Oh help us loving Father
we ask in Jesus’ name,
send the Spirit down upon us
with His gifts our hearts inflame.

Your little ones are burdened
with maladies, afflictions,
Your lambs have strayed so far away
lost in the world’s addictions.

Help us Lord to listen
heed their every need and care,
and empty out their pain filled hearts
and put Your Peace in there.

We will love Your people
with all our hearts and Yours,
bless us now as we go forth
to live Your Gospel Lord.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 14, 1995

JOYFUL PRAISE

It’s such a joy my voice to raise
in word and song to give Him praise,
the words and notes I speak and sing
are carried high on Spirit wings.

To the Father ever waiting
all my love anticipating,
ever calling me to be
I in Him and Him in me.

When the fullness of His plan is known
I’ll in His love be fully grown,
evermore in perfect adoration
to praise Him, God of all creation.

Perfect love I then will give
eternally with Him to live,
in His glory, in His Love
in His Kingdom high above.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 14, 1995

SEPTEMBER

September morn so damp and chill
blanketed by mist, far hill,
blue sky lined by jet plane tracks
to the day, drying leaves, have turned their backs,
upon the blue jays taunting call
that boldly jeers oncoming Fall.

The garden plants all fading, spent
their fruits on shelves and freezer sent,
await their gleaning to fulfill
their destiny on compost hill,
in the hope that in the Spring
their remains, new life will bring.

Hearts are saddened by the waning
of Summer days their beauty paining,
soon to be but memories
full of fun, sweet reveries,
lead us into Autumn scenes aglow
with richness only God bestows.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 12, 1995

A PLACE CALLED SILENCE

In prayer I call upon the Lord
to come and comfort me,
with trembling lips and body
in the place where He will be.

It is a place called silence
where I go to visit Him,
a place that is not of this world
to my soul, He dwells therein.

I have opened up my lonely heart
and swept it deep within,
and made a perfect resting place
for Him a spotless shining inn.

A place where I can visit
when the world around me spins,
a place of holy silence
where I commune with Him.

Out of our communion comes
the need for me to be,
transformed into His image
it’s what He asks of me.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 1, 1995

A PLACE CALLED SILENCE

In prayer I call upon the Lord
to come and comfort me,
with trembling lips and body
in the place where He will be.

It is a place called silence
where I go to visit Him,
a place that is not of this world
to my soul, He dwells therein.

I have opened up my lonely heart
and swept it deep within,
and made a perfect resting place
for Him a spotless shining inn.

A place where I can visit
when the world around me spins,
a place of holy silence
where I commune with Him.

Out of our communion comes
the need for me to be,
transformed into His image
it’s what He asks of me.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 1, 1995

COME BY ME

My body’s bent
my heart it bleeds,
my soul cries out
Jesus come by me.

Alone I’m broken
alone I’m weak,
without You I’m nothing
Jesus come by me.

I long for the day
when I will be free,
of a world that’s gone mad
Jesus come by me.

Hatred and wars
division and greed,
the family so broken
Jesus come by me.

New life so fragile
so freshly conceived,
is torn from it’s cradle
Jesus come by me.

Children who search
in the dark for to see,
the meaning of life
Jesus come by me.

With Your love sweet Jesus
I will become free,
so hurry sweet healer
Jesus come by me.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 30, 1995

THE ASSUMPTION

Oh how the heavens did resound
with perfect joy and Psalm,
when Mary rose to meet her Son
for whom her being longed.

On earth she made their humble home
a palace by her grace,
now He gave to her His Kingdom
for her eternal dwelling place.

She’d been a pure and willing vessel
the Father’s Love to fill,
now consumed with perfect love
body and soul rose up until......

Face to face the loves did meet
no more will they part,
they will live forevermore
within each other’s hearts.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 12 1995

LONELY PEOPLE

There are many lonely people
in this fast-paced world today,
you pass them in your daily life
as you walk along your way.

They say “Hi”, how are you
and wear a shallow smile,
they walk on past into the void
of many sad and lonely miles.

They live in fear and hide themselves
unable to exchange and share,
the person at their centre
who needs someone to care.

We cannot hide our humanness
we were made to love and give,
when we try to hide what’s natural
we cease to fully live.

There are people out there waiting
maybe they are lonely too,
their hearts in trepidation
waiting for a friend like you.

So reach out won’t you, lonely one
fear not for what might be,
who knows what love awaits you
from your loneliness be free.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 03, 1995

A TIME FOR GRIEF

With grief your hearts have been laid low
as to His altar all must go,
in tears and sorrow, pain and loss
the nails that fix you to the cross.

He gives and then He takes away
‘why’, we ask, this pain today,
your hearts so wounded, bleeding, torn
void of the part for which you mourn.

Tomorrow’s path you have to walk
to family, friends and God do talk,
in time His plan we all will know
in life’s lessons we must stretch and grow.

The sun has set, it seems so dark
sadness has benumbed your hearts,
soon its rays will be outpouring
and there will be ‘joy in the morning’.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
July 31, 1995

THE TONGUE

It is small but packs the power
of wounding or of giving,
words of praise and words of love
that make life worth the living.

Sticks and stones we know break bones
but in the end they heal,
harsh words, lashed out in anger
put a seal on how we feel.

We cease to grow, and to express
our deepest inner cares,
low self-esteem, inadequate
we’re not free to fully share.

Let us daily try to change
let it start right here with me,
to raise up high my fellow man
treat him respectfully.

For they hurt the same as you
when cut, their wounds too bleed,
let us raise our voice and pray for him
see to his every need

Margaret Rose Larrivee
July 25, 1995.

GIFT OF FAITH

My robe of faith was given me
when in the womb I came to be,
it shone with pure celestial light
His desire borne beyond all sight.

My robe it daily grew with me
with each Sacrament it came to be,
more resplendent, more aglow
as its giver, I came more to know.

Then when in the Spirit born
I came upon a new day shorn,
of all the darkness and the fog
that dimmed my view of Almighty God.

New eyes, new ears, new heart rejoiced
new praises deep within were voiced,
my faith forever now to grow
in the Spirit of Love, for all to glow.

I’m free, I’m free, I’m free at last
from fears that lurked back in the past,
my heart and mind He has made still
as I go forth to do His Will.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
July 17, 1995

THE SIMPLE THINGS

The simple things have always been
the joy within my days,
as I look back in wonder
to the past my heart does stray.

When as a child upon my back
in fields of hay and flowers,
I wiled away in youthful bliss
discerning clouds for hours.

Listening to the hum of life
and smelling earth’s perfumes,
with eyes that never tired
of its abundant, fragrant blooms.

The air was ever pregnant
with sweet mysteries and more,
and just around each corner
were new worlds to explore.

I skipped and played till nine o’clock
all the joyous summer games,
with all the kids upon our street
we were a little less than tame.

And oh, the fun of swinging
back and forth and higher and higher,
singing all those childhood songs
with voice and heart inspired.

I’m thankful for these simple things
that were given unto me,
and pray that I will always
see with eyes that truly see.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
July 09, 1995

SAVING RIVER

Oh River of Peace
fount of joy evermore,
through my life coursing
new paths to explore.

Flooding old channels
opening new,
bringing light where once darkness
was all that I knew.

The floodgates were opened
when You died on the Cross,
the cleansing You promised
for us not to be lost.

Oh Precious Blood flowing
from the hill through my heart,
cleanse and nourish all people
to each a new birth impart.

When my life is ebbing
may I flow with the tide,
on Your Saving River
to Your Heart, I’ll abide.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
July 08,1995

THE GIFT OF JOY

I want to tell you of the joy
that in my heart does dwell,
given to me by my Saviour
my mind could not foretell.

That with each beat the rhythm
of His gracious gift does grow,
until the dam within me breaks
and the praises overflow.

Even then it’s so inadequate
no words, no hymns of praise,
can tell you what’s inside me
as the tide begins to raise.

I can only wait and bide my time
and write faint words like these,
until that day He calls me
all my joy, for Him, to please.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
July 05, 1995

NIGHT LIGHT

The moon shone luminescent
on the stillness of the night,
veiled all around in gossamer
sweet vision of delight.

It wakened me in calling
come and see the night aglow,
don’t miss a single moment
of Creation that I show.

The trees outlined against the soft
and shining firmament,
bedecked with starlight in their crowns
whispering prayers, to heaven sent.

Long swaying grasses in the field
like waves upon the sea,
gayly play with joyful daises
that are so thankful, just to be.

It has no light to call its own
reflects the glory of the sun,
and shows us all the wonders
sent by God for everyone.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
June 14, 1995

TRIUNE LOVE

Glory to the Father
Glory to the Son,
Glory to the Spirit
who with abundance come.

The Father has created
only good for all mankind,
magnificence and splendour
everyday to shine.

His Son, The Word, our Saviour
was born, for us to die,
to save us so we won’t be lost
live with Him by and by.

The Holy Spirit, flame of love
seals His love upon my heart,
I long to better know Him
and never be apart.

Thank You God The Father
thank You God The Son,
thank You God, the Holy Spirit
my heart, Your love, has won.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
June 08, 1995

HIS DWELLING PLACE

The dwelling place for God alone
is not in temples made of stone,
but in the hearts of everyone
made in the image of His Son.

Safeguard it’s threshold ,neatly swept
each chamber pure and cleanly kept,
a heart, that with each throb does raise
in ardour, glorias and praise.

The Lord our God is everything
and to His love wants all to cling,
then He will give to each His prize
for where He dwells is Paradise.

He wants to be each hearts sweet guest
fill with His love and tenderness,
so cleanse each heart of every sin
temples of gold, He’ll dwell within.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 24, 1995

OMNIPRESENCE

You’ve spoken Your Word to me
from my time of reasoning,
it kept the joy within my heart
and made me ‘oft to sing.

You spoke it when I frequented
the old folk on our street,
when I rowed out on the river
with dear Mr. Gabourie

He taught me how to fish content
without a wasted word,
when the water lapping at the prow
was the only sound I heard.

Afterwards, there’d be a treat
crab apples, red and gold,
their nectar warm and tender sweet
in my mouth delights unfold.

There were my jaunts up to the pond
where new life was full to bursting,
pussy willows, frogs and turtles
for God’s things my soul was thirsting.

And in the night, before I slept
hymns of crickets and of frogs,
wafted through the swaying curtains
a lullaby from God.

For in these sweet and simple things
even then, I understood and saw,
Your Word that every instant spoke
“I am The Lord Your God”.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 10, 1995

THE PATH TO PEACE

As soon as we did enter there
tranquillity was in the air,
no one spoke in voice aloud
the sky adorned with soft grey cloud.

There was but a trace of breeze
that flitted in around the trees,
the birds, they trilled their Springtime song
to cheer us as we walked along.

At each station, when we paused to pray
to join Him on His painful way,
to carry our cross one with Him
His so heavy, our so slim.

As the path became more steep
ropes tied to trees, did help us keep,
from stumbling, and causing pain
His situation not the same.

Around His waist the ropes were tied
held by a man on either side,
pulled harshly, made to trip and fall
He shed His Blood for one and all.

All around us ‘neath the trees
new life was struggling to be free,
dainty blossoms, lifting up their faces
to receive His many blessings, graces.

The many stones embedded all along
like hardened hearts, to man belong,
for these and all, He walked the path
to save is from the Father’s wrath.

And when our walk with Him was done
peace in our hearts was finally won,
all our cares He did release
when we walked with Him, the path to peace.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 09, 1995

THE VIGIL

In this Your time of mercy Lord
keep Your flame of love alight,
let it burn more brightly
through the day, and through the night.

For where You are, my Lord my God
night and day they are the same,
guide our feet so not to stumble
so our souls we never maim.

We long to be in readiness
to keep our love lights burning bright,
our wicks all trimmed in preparation
for the coming, pure delight.

Let us not be caught without the oil
to greet our Bridegroom sweet,
to be worthy of His Kingdom
when our flames of love do meet.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 29, 1995

FLOWERS OF THE FIELD

We are little flowers of the Lord
growing down close to the earth,
His Holy Hand reached down one day
new life planted to give birth.

Some grew in sheltered places
untouched by wind, uncrushed by foot,
in pots protected from life’s storms
from dust and raining soot.

They know not of the harsh winds
of the torrent or the flood,
they’re never pounded to the ground
with their beauty in the mud.

The little flowers of the field
kissed by sun, caressed by wind,
made strong by living in His Grace
sturdy in their root and stem.

They delighted once a special child
who picked a sweet bouquet,
and gave it to His mother
whom He loved a perfect way.

In fear one day they trembled
where they grew along the way,
of this same child grown and suffering
for the sins of man to pay.

How they longed to ease His pain
with their beauty and perfume,
but were fastened tightly to the earth
silenced by their fear and gloom.

If they could only gather
at the cross upon the hill,
perfumed cups to catch his precious blood
hearts and souls to drink their fill.

The one thing we can do for Him
be the best that we can be,
give all our beauty and perfume
bloom just for Him eternally.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 28,1995

THE WAY OF MERCY

From the garden to the hill
a trail of blood His life did spill,
with shouts and stones He trudged along
bruised and battered by the throng.

Betrayed by one who shared His bread
others took to heel and fled,
that he knew Him, one denied
then in sorrow went to hide.

In mockery and scorn they crowned
the Son of God, the Love profound,
they spit and cursed and brutally tore
His garments sealed to every sore.

Oh my wounded, dying Jesus gaze
down from the Cross, upon the fray,
to those who unbeknown to them
have nailed You there with hurtful sin.

To the Son of God no mercy shown
the One who was for mercy known,
we repent in sorrow, ask to forgive
that we, with Him, forever live.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 09, 1995

UNTIL WE MEET

My heart in fear and trembling
does entreat Thee, Oh my Lord,
to ever stay close by my side
every torrent help me ford.

My soul does pine to finally know
the fullness of Your Love,
to have You hold me to Your breast
and never let me go, sweet Love.

The earthly ties that bind me
the senses of the flesh,
keep me from rising higher
and once again, I start afresh.

But as long as I keep trying
and not give in to defeat,
each moment I mount higher
till at last the day we meet.

All the pain and struggles
the weeping will then cease,
You’ll wipe the tears from out my eyes
and I’ll know Your love and peace.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 28, 1995

GENTLE PERSUASION

Do you hear His precious voice
calling just outside the door,
of your weak and lonely hearts
let Me in He does implore.

He wants to give you all His love
His peace, His strength and joy,
to wash you in His cleansing blood
all His blessings to enjoy.

Sometimes we feel, He can’t mean me
my sin is much too great,
I’m unworthy, so unworthy
I’ve lived too long with hate.

No matter, how great is the sin
when in sorrow you repent,
He forgives with joy, and then forgets
the price for it He spent.

Long ago He took the burden
of our sins upon the cross,
and with His last and painful breath
He saved us from being lost.

Fear not, when you hear His call
welcome Him with open arms,
His loving presence there within you
will guard you from all harm.

There will still be times of sorrow
of grief and fear, it’s true,
with the joy of Jesus in your heart
He will always see you through.

His love will slowly change you
lapping gently at each sore,
erasing jagged edges
you’ll be His forevermore.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 09, 1995

TAKE HEART

Take heart when times are troubled
and there seems no way to turn,
I am with you now and always
and know your every fear, concern.

I know you try to heed Me
when I say to you, fear not,
but your humanness is very weak
and your soul’s long since forgot..

The Kingdom where, from whence you came
where faith and light abound,
when once you lived and shared with Me
in Triune Love profound.

But if you listen closely
with open hearts, I’m beckoning,
reach out your every fibre
to My Sacred Heart do cling.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 06, 1995

HEARTS AFIRE

The season’s one of dryness
our hearts, arid and parched,
the stubborn regions of our thoughts
stiff to change, as to be starched.

The hot winds of a world astray
blow searing over feeble stems,
grown dry without the waters
that flow faithfully from Him.

Oh touch Your burning heart of love
to the tender we’ve become,
set all our hearts afire
burn tare and nettles every one.

With Your mighty Spirit wind
fan the flames to mount them higher,
then on the cleansed and fertile ground
plant the seed of new desire.

A harvest for Almighty God
a bouquet for The Spouse,
with all our hearts afire
when He calls us to His House.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 05, 1995

BREAK FREE

Violence and wars abound
o’er all the earth today,
in turmoil and confusion
man is blind, finds not the way.

To break free from the hatred
that fills the hearts of men,
who fumble in the darkness
for there is no light within.

Their thirst, it is unquenchable
for something they know not,
they follow voices of the world
entranced by another’s plot.

The chains that bind them, can be broken
their eyes be made to see,
their ears to hear only His truths
with Jesus’ love they can break free.

For it’s not complicated
to follow Jesus’ plan,
have faith, and give to Him your all
break free and take His hand.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Jan. 20, 1995

PRAISE TO THE KING

You are my Lord and Saviour
my God and Sovereign King,
in love and adoration
to Your promises I cling.

They are the hope that fills me
the courage and the strength,
to live out my days in longing
til I reach their breadth and length.

Your faithfulness eternal
Your love without an end,
Your gifts of faith, peace, love and joy
to the full You ever send.

And when I’ve reached that moment
as I step through the veil,
Your arms will hold me, Mighty King
as to the heights we scale.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Jan 17, 1995