MY SENSES

Oh the love it overwhelms me
it fills me to the brim,
and all I have to do is think
of all that comes from Him.

With each sense that was given me
I will always give Him praise,
the essence of my Saviour
has got me in a daze.

To see in every being
black, yellow, red or white,
the loving face of Jesus
it’s such a wondrous sight.

And the fruits of this good earth
so delicious to the taste,
but to the table of the Lord
we must quickly go in haste.

I sit in quietude and wait
to hear His precious call,
He speaks to me of love and mercy
and helps me not to fall.

To touch my neighbour, when in his need
he humbly comes to me,
Is to touch the hand of God
for all eternity.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 15, 1992