LEGACY OF LOVE

From the time of my first memories
there is one thing that I knew,
we were loved by you, dear mother
and in that love we grew.

You gave your every moment
to our each and every need,
from dawn to dusk, long into night
souls and bodies you did feed.

When in times of pain and illness
in and out of fevered fog,
you were our healing angel
sweet messenger from God.

We always felt your presence
for you were ever there,
when we misbehaved t’was certain
we’d be chastised, quick but fair.

As time passed, the ills of aging
gave you days of misery,
but you persevered, walked onward
with Jesus, on to Calvary.

But now your Mass has ended
God has called you from above,
we thank you, mother dearest
for your Legacy of Love.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 22, 1999

YOUR VIOLIN

In Your love oh God You made me
an instrument so fine,
alone I make no music
I need Your bow divine.

As You touch my strings with love
my first notes weak, unsure,
my strings in need of tuning
my melody as yet obscure.

With patience You continue
to bring out the best in me,
tenderly keeping careful watch
from impure notes, You set me free.

My melodies are ever growing
richer, sweeter, more sublime,
my desire, pining ever
to unite my song to Thine.

The day will come when finally
You draw Your bow divine,
and the song I play forever
to eternity will climb.

Then You will bid me ever play
my love song, perfect, true,
with joy I’ll ever praise You God
for making me, for You.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 05, 1999

JUST A PRAYER AWAY

My strayed ones, slipping, sliding
falling down they further go,
away from all My love and warmth
to other gods their homage show.

How My heart does break and bleed
if only they could know,
that I am near, so very near
love and mercy’s here to flow.

But the clamour of this darkened world
blinds all to their true need,
ever wanting more and more
satisfied with nothing, feed their greed.

It’s so simple , all My children
turn around and walk My way,
I am close and watching over you
I am just a prayer away.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 02, 1999

THE DAY OF THE LORD

The day is fast approaching
soon His army will lay waste,
burning all that’s weed and stubble
blanched will be every face.

The Lor will lead on His mighty steed
no one knows the time or day,
the earth will shake and tremble
darkness will hold the light at bay.

Who can bear that day so terrible
as His justice comes to pass,
it’s not too late for us to change
make amends, repent and fast.

For the Lord is slow to anger
rich in kindness, will relent,
if we change our hardened hearts
ask forgiveness, and repent.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 01, 1999