CRY FROM THE DESERT

Who will roll away the stone
from a heart entombed in sorrow,
who will make the sun to shine
on the breaking of the morrow.

Embedded deep and painful
are all life’s barbs and woes,
boards that block the Springtime
and doors stay firmly closed.

Who will lift the burdens
that weigh us down each day,
who will show us what to do
to live His Will, His Way.

For this season’s one of dryness
as we search for nectar sweet,
remove from us this bitterness
send the peace our poor hearts seek.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 01, 1997

WHERE IS TRUTH

Long ago when Jesus suffered
when His blood for us did flow,
Pilate asked Him, “What is truth”
but didn’t wait to know.

The truth he knew, deep in his heart
but couldn’t face what he saw there,
so it was buried deep, forgotten
with such little thought or care.

The ghastly deed was followed through
unto its gory, painful end,
Jesus died for each of us
our errors for to mend.

Many years have come and gone
now confusion often reigns,
the world blinded by its sinfulness
is wreathing in death’s pains.

Today, the truth, we also bury
and His love so little share,
the question is not “What is truth”
the question now is “Where”.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 09, 1997

MERCIFUL JESUS

Oh merciful Jesus
do cleave unto me,
Your mercy’s profound
vast and deep as the sea.

Out of the depths
of darkness and pain,
hear me my Saviour
may Your Light in me reign.

The paths often chosen
which took me from You,
led only to wretchedness
from all that was true.

I am sorry I hurt You
it was ne’er my intent,
I have wasted Your talents
deeply buried, not spent.

Forgive my rejection
of Your love and Your hand,
in Your ocean of Mercy
I’ll ever follow Your plan.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 03, 1997

ALL PRAISE TO JESUS

All praise to Jesus, God’s own Son
victorious on the Cross He hung,
He lived, He died, He rose again
removing all our sin and pain.

He followed but the Father’s will
showed us how our days to fruitfully fill,
to echo teachings, deeds and ways
fill with His Love our numbered days.

So painfully gained was our salvation
reject Him not oh all creation,
waste not His body and His blood
be lifted up, live in the flood.

In hope and joy we ever raise
our hearts and hands and sing out praise,
and follow Him with hearts aflame
praise oh praise His Holy Name.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Jan. 27, 1997

HOME

An eternity it seems to be
since You sent me from Your side,
to live out the given span of time
in the child You did provide.

In early days I still could hear
Your voice, and see Your face,
this child all innocence and trust
the world still a tiny place.

Then later as tastes did grow
for earthly baubles and desire,
no longer seeing quite so clear
because of sin and mire.

Oh Father, how it pains me
when will this yearning cease,
I reach up with arms all pleading
oh give this soul release.

In hope I cling to memories
of the home where You abide,
and long to be, at long last
once again close by Your side.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Jan. 25, 1997

INTO THE HANDS OF LOVE

From the time His hands did place with care
each new life upon the earth to share,
all the wonders and the love He gave
His name upon each soul engraved.

Unseen, His hands were there to guide
first words, first steps, unsteady strides,
His sorrow, pain, was there for you
in time of tears, when feeling blue.

He danced with us and laughed and sang
when joy and gladness often rang,
within us, quickening hearts clear pealing
the splendor of His nearness feeling.

When burdened by the trials of life
complex, that bring us endless strife,
we feel alone, without a friend
His hands of love are there to tend.

Every moment of our life’s full span
He holds us gently in His hands,
When at last He calls us from above
we’ll walk into His hands of love.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 06, 1996

WE COME

We come with bodies broken
with crutches, canes and chairs,
with hearts all torn and bleeding
burdened by our earthly cares.

With our spirits sadly dampened
by hurtful word and deed,
by our failures and frustrations
by our coldness and our greed.

Our hearts and minds and bodies
plagued by every sickness known,
the worst of these, the sinfulness
that in our souls has grown.

We come with souls a-yearning
Your forgiveness we do seek,
in shame before Your Majesty
in trembling, prostrate creep.

We come with these afflictions
along the road of Love Divine,
to Your arms outstretched and waiting
to Your Mercy for all time.

Then You will wipe away each tear
and fill our empty, broken hearts,
enfold us in Your Arms of Love
nevermore to part.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 22, 1996