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