IN YOUR ARMS

Hold me oh God
like a babe in Your arms,
keep me near to the love
that protects me from harm.

For near You no evil
to my heart can cling,
You clutch me so close
removing life’s sting.

Teach me oh God
of Your love never dying,
dry the tears of Your children
who for Your love are crying.

They wander the streets
of a world grown so cold,
they are hurting and needing
Your arms to enfold.

Please help us who know You
to show them the way,
so all Your dear children
forever with You can stay.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 29, 1996

SOUL GARDEN

Precious flowers of God
with pure love bedewed,
no two the same essence
no two the same hue.

One thirsting for water
another more space,
one needs special feeding
a new gift of grace.

Some thrive in the shadows
and some in full sun,
each needs special treatment
for their fruits to be won.

Each bud calls for tending
good gardeners so needed,
to care and to prune
of all uselessness weeded.

It takes love and caring
best done on our knees,
to tend a soul garden
our God for to please.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
April 27, 1996