THE GIFT OF AN ANGEL

From out the depths of misery
a heart all bruised, in pain,
confused and in a maze of fog
darkness had come to reign.

The Lord saw my predicament
the Lord He saw my pain,
the Lord knew what I needed
to put me on my feet again.

He sent to me an angel
with eyes that spoke His love,
with lips that spoke compassion
and arms that heal and hug.

He knew I had to vent my pain
on an understanding ear,
make me realize His presence
at all times, He’s ever near.

Deep down I always knew it
but had let my cares become,
a burden too immense to handle
they’d blocked out the very Son.

Thank You God for being there
though at times I couldn’t see,
I thank You for that special day
You sent an angel to help me.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 15, 1998

FLAME TO FLAME

Before all of creation
the heavens, land and sea,
dwelled the Flame Eternal
all beginning yet to be.

From the Flame in its intensity
came desire then to share,
the love and gifts and blessings
they would be beyond compare.

The Word spoke out creation
all that would ever be,
in His image, man and woman
dominion over all they see.

Their union was perfection
in the garden did commune,
with the Lord of all creation
their flames with His in tune.

The sin of disobedience
did put a great divide,
between the Father and His children
ashamed, from Him, they’d hide.

His mercy and immense love
longed for reunion with each one,
so He sent to all a Saviour
to repair the damage done.

Jesus took upon Himself
on His trek to Calvary,
the pain and sin, and sufferings
of all humanity.

His Sacrifice for everyone
God’s eternal love does show,
how He longs for all His children
in His perfect love to grow.

Longing for Divine reunion
heart to heart and flame to flame,
with our love and His united
to return, from whence we came.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 28, 1998

ECHO FROM THE MOUNTAIN

From deep within the valley
comes a soft persistent call,
it drifts down from the mountain
each soul’s yearning to enthral.

The fragrance and the promise
of wonders not foretold,
fleeting images of splendor
our hearts given, He will mold.

From high upon the summit
He’ll lead all to better see,
His perfect love and mercy
His plan with clarity.

Equip all with His perfect truth
from on high He’ll point the way,
show us how to be disciples
and never cease to pray.

With all that He has given
with His very breath replete,
drawing all to climb the summit
new life and God to meet.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 12, 1998

GENTLY IN THE BREEZE

My eyes forever scan the heavens
search each field, each radiant flower,
surveying all, of His Creation
the witness of His love and power.

His is the hand that formed each glory
from new life in the womb,
to the least of all His creatures
and raised Jesus from the tomb.

In the softness of a Summer breeze
His presence wraps me round,
His whisperings lift my Spirit
as He speaks His love profound.

My heart delights in His caress
finger of the breeze soft kiss,
my longing inner being
to the heights I soar, sweet bliss.

With all His power, majesty
He made all creation for,
to love and serve Him here on earth
then, live with Him, evermore.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 01, 1998

SUMMER DAYS

Soft Summer days are with us
sweet days of warmth and sun,
of trips and games and picnics
a little loafing too, for fun.

A time at last, to finally read
that book long on the shelf,
to do all the things so longed for
that are all of Summer’s wealth.

To putter in the garden
absorbing sun and breeze,
each action one of tender love
spent down upon our knees.

Oh the joy of tending
the works of God’s own hand,
and cherishing His creatures
cultivating all that is His plan.

The first order of each day will be
a prayer of thanks and praise,
to the one and only God of love
the Creator of our days.

For in all that is around me
I see His image there,
He gives us all our Summer days
His love’s for all to share.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
June 29, 1998

PASSING SORROW

The steeple bell is tolling
soft and slow it sadly rings,
strains of the organ wafting
a voice now sweetly sings.

Of how the Lord, He is my shepherd
He leads me down to lie,
in pastures green, He gives repose
and bids me now abide.

Oh the sadness of the moment
the dreadful sense of loss,
a loved one comes before the altar
to the meeting with the Cross.

With the Mass of Resurrection
and the words of love and hope,
comes joy to dwell within our hearts
helping all to heal and cope.

Your goodness Lord, will follow me
all my live-long days,
I will dwell within Your house Lord
with You forever stay.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
June 13, 1998

FOOTSTEPS IN TIME

At the onset of life’s journey
we are cloaked with health and strength,
we walk and live with vigour
each new days breadth and length.

With speed the years accumulate
we see not at first the change,
and slowly, ever slowly
our days we have to rearrange.

Then one day we realize
time has fled and we are old,
we move with aching slowness
minding more the damp and cold.

One by one life’s pleasures
are left along the way,
like the garments torn from Jesus
the price He had to pay.

With Jesus we are nearing
with Him we share the Cross,
our pain with His united
nothing wasted, nothing lost.

With Him we die and rise again
our raiment glory kissed,
to live in heaven’s mansion
in God’s eternal bliss.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 05, 1998

GIFTS

You give us gifts abundant
some to us yet unknown,
only with times passing
their beauty comes full blown.

The blessings of our families
Your gifts of moms and dads,
of our brothers and our sisters
that make our hearts so glad.

The friends You bring into our lives
who help to make us grow,
in love and in compassion
they’re a joy for us to know.

There are so many others
too numerous to count,
for Your goodness is eternal
love and mercy’s deepest fount.

There’s another I could mention
that till now I could not see,
Your very extra special one
it is Your gift of me.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 05, 1998

THE WAY OF THE SHEPHERD

The Shepherd goes before us
His footsteps lead the way,
as we tread through earthly pastures
to the end of each new day.

The path sometimes, bleak and lonely
we feel not Your presence near,
we flounder, trip and often fall
beset by dread and fear.

We call out to You for guidance
and pray a heartfelt prayer,
suddenly Your there before us
in truth, were always there.

Then one day a test You send
our faithfulness to see,
a cross to carry, hard and heavy
with You to Calvary.

Help us to accept Oh Lord
this gift from out Your hand,
and follow Your steps, full of courage
accept what is Your plan.

For in Your wisdom, Lord You know
what’s best, in You we trust,
all Your lambs You lead to safety
to pastures green and lush.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 11, 1998

GARDEN OF SORROW

I come oh Lord to be with Thee
in this garden of sorrow, Gethsemane,
My heart all weighted by worries and cares
wants to comfort You Jesus, Your destiny share.

Abandoned, alone, You kneel to plea
for the ones who’s sins You will set free,
I come close beside You, put my hand in Yours
sadly watch as the blood drips as sweat from Your pores.

A river of mercy for one and for all
shed for all men, the great and the small,
my own cares forgotten, by the truth that I see
that You would suffer such pain, for a sinner like me.

Whenever my cares seem, as mountains so high
I go to the mountain, to understand why,
He suffered so greatly, His example to spread
to show how He loves us, He died in our stead.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Jan. 21, 1998