RISING GLORY

The day in frozen beauty wakes
in the east the rising sun partakes,
a world all cold, beauty adorned
blushing tree tops still, salute the morn.

Roof tops in their frosty dress
with remnants of the night address,
the rising glory of the sun
to put night’s shadows on the run.

All around, each jewelled and dazzling branch
bedecked in diamonds, not by chance,
touched faithfully by the Father’s Love
beauty sent to all from His Throne above.

He shows to all His constant care
He let’s us know He’s always there,
We thank You Lord, we give You praise
the Giver of each new-born day.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Jan. 12, 2001

GROWTH IN BETHANY

Leaving our burdens, our cares and distress
we went to a place to find truth and rest,
where Jesus could mend, and the Spirit would flow
to help open our hearts, to soar and to grow.

All we did was to rest, to listen, receive
our soul’s desert flourished, He filled every need,
the people of God, rejoiced, praised and sang
the walls and the rafters with joy how they rang.

These women of God, with faces aglow
hearts quickened by the Spirit, all present to show,
once again Jesus had shown us, His mercy and love
that He dwells deep within, not only above.

There was so much compassion, our hearts overflowed
the Kingdom of Heaven descended, became our abode,
Every stage of our weekend was filled to the brim
we fed at His table and abided in Him.

I am now changed forever, no longer the same
He showed me I’m someone, now confidence reigns,
I was blind and unsure, and He taught me to BE
thank You God, and the Women of Bethany.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 17, 2000

GREY DAYS

The day it started dull and grey
I went out, to walk and pray,
I sang to Him some songs of praise
my heart and soul to Him to raise.

Sombre though the day may be
I rejoice in Him, He makes me see,
above the clouds, the sun still shines
for I am His and He is mine.

So in times, when things are bad
I won’t let my heart be sad,
I’ll ever thank Him for the way
He cares for me each precious day.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 01, 2000

IN YOUR PRESENCE

I bask in Your presence
my Lord and my King,
Your grace is outpouring
giving every good thing.

You feed me and clothe me
You give me to drink,
You pull me back to Your arms
when I’m too near the brink.

When in pain, I go calling
to the foot of Your Cross,
You shore up my spirits
calm the waves, when I toss.

In sorrow, You hold me
and whisper Your love,
share my tears and my sadness
call me Your precious dove.

When I seek You in joy
my heart leaps like a lamb,
as we laugh and we dance
all my love in Your hands.

I thank You Lord Jesus
for Your presence, my King,
for the rain of Your graces
and the love song You sing.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 17, 2000

BE MY HEART

The heart that beats within me
neglected, full of sinfulness,
it’s chambers rife with drafts and cold
scarred by hurts and brokeness.

It cries out in its woundedness
though all around hear not,
it loves with all its weaknesses
it loves with all it’s got.

Longing for new life and healing
yearning only to be whole,
to beat as one with Jesus
the Ruler of my soul.

Be my heart Lord Jesus
I invite You to come in,
replace the broken rhythm
with Your heart beat from within.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 01, 2000

LOVE’S JOURNEY

There is a hunger deep inside
of this I’m well aware,
it propels me ever forward
on my journey linked with prayer.

Step by step the hunger grows
a thirst that’s never sated,
The Word that is my food and quaff
promises so long awaited.

I try to bind the fear that rises
in my many desert stops,
what lies on the road before me
will I make it, will I not?

The answer lies, once and for all
in The Word who shows the way,
Who gives to us, all that we need
to make it to that day.

When on Calvary we meet
our bodies wounded, torn,
our souls all anxious, pining for
the goal for which we’re born.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 12, 2000

SEASONS OF LOVE

So faithful are His seasons
like His love so ever true,
they come and go at His command
some with gray skies, some with blue.

No matter what their varied hue
with sorrow, joy or grief,
He tells us He is always there
His arms giving sweet relief.

The Springs' new life abundant
His nearness there to see,
in the wonders of creation
in each bird, each blossomed tree.

In Summer, nature’s full to bursting
with His mighty works and deeds,
we see His majesty and glory
come to bloom from tiny seeds.

Fall’s season blazes like the fire
of His abundant love divine,
calling all creation, come to me
take this time of rest as thine.

Cold winds and snow bring Winter
so bleak, forlorn and sad,
but He’s there in lacy beauty
His love’s always to be had.

As we live out the seasons
from new life to season’s end,
at times we feel abandoned
we’ve no one for a friend.

Know His love is ever present
though at times we do not see,
till He greets us on the threshold
from all cares will be set free.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 11, 1999