SPRING IS IN THE AIR

March days are starting to display
sure signs of Winter giving way,
to warmer days our thoughts do go
soon His Miracles the Lord will show.

Our hearts begin to sing a song
as the birds return and sing along,
the snow is melting soon to show
the pregnant earth awaits new birth to grow.

The ruckus of the jet-black crows
tells the story of receding snows,
that ‘certain something’ in the air
a newly washed smell everywhere.

Below the surface buds await
their birth at last anticipate,
long months of sleep, their needed rest
so in their time they’ll look their best.

The sun’s increasing warmth draws out
God’s curious creatures start to scurry about,
squirrels rippling over the crusty snow
their speed and agility for all to show.

Hearts beat more quickly their rhythm
our veins life’s force is driven,
wells of joy will be filled
anew, creation’s beauty is spilled.

He opens His hands as each season draws near
and a bit of heaven begins to appear,
it’s a feast for the eye, and remains ever new
He does it because He loves me and you.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 11, 2007

YOU SHALL NOT BEAR FALSE WITNESS..

When we put on Christ we become like new
His truths become ours to live by,
before we judge the words and the actions of others
take the plank from out our own eye.

A teller of tales and a gossip
hurt so many with their loose lips,
ruining many good reputations
when such thoughtlessness that they let slip.

If we’re inclined to this kind of action
there’s a way to keep it in line,
the Golden Rule keeps us from sinning
what would it feel like if this sorrow was mine.

When we’ve fallen from grace by wrong doings
we must hurry to God and repent,
there’ll be no peace until we have righted
the bad seeds that we’ve sadly spent.

We must use every talent we’re given
to help all God’s children to see,
that His truths are what we should live by
only then will we truly be free.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 09, 2007

THE SLEEPING GIANT

The sleeping giant is God’s people
deep in a slumbering state,
not seeing the signs in the heavens
the time is coming, the hour is late.

The push is on in all the high places
to remove God from our lives it’s true,
laws are written that will bring us to chaos
if we don’t take a stand, and renew....

Our fervour for God and His Holy Word
take it to our hearts and awake,
we are drugged by the pills of material things
give them up before it’s too late.

Children are fed on a diet of images
that portray wrongs and make them seem right,
their young minds absorb all this rubbish
soon truth and purity’s gone from their sight.

Would that this giant awake from its slumber
take a stand for what’s holy and right,
with all of God’s saints and angels
lead us out of this valley’s dark night.

We’ve been dormant too long and not taken
the road that God gave us to win,
Lord help us awake from our slumber
put a stop to this madness and sin.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 09, 2007

WHAT BELONGS TO ANOTHER

It’s when we’re young, the time for learning
His ways and His commands,
never take what belongs to another
respect his person and his land.

When you borrow anything from your neighbour
return it back into his hands,
in the condition it was when you got it
if broken, repair it the best that you can.

Teach our children when they go out to play
that they must have the utmost respect,
for the people who live all around us
it’s what we ourselves expect.

When it comes to all of creation
God gave dominion to man over all,
to use wisely His gifts given to us
so there will be plenty for all.

To use the talents we’re born with
contribute them for the good of all men,
they were given to you at no cost
so give freely also to them.

Always give to the poor lonely beggar
it’s what Jesus would have us do,
for he’s a child of Our Father in Heaven
what we have belongs to him too.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 08, 2007

SEASONS OF THE HEART

When we start on our journey
which is our day of birth,
the joy of new life welcomed
brings the love of God to earth.

At first it feels like Springtime
fresh new life on earth abounds,
days lived out in happiness
with the Summer, love’s still found.

Summer opens up its petals
the winds of change begin to blow,
the air is charged with discontent
true colours start to show.

Then in the midst of what should be
a safe and happy place,
the misuse of a substance
brings about a dad’s disgrace.

Innocence is lost forever
the Springtime of life is torn away,
tears and pain and brokeness
have brought Winter into play.

Until these wrongs are righted
until forgiveness shows its face,
there can be no healing of the wounds
that all now must embrace.

With years and much forgetfulness
a life of sorts, is endured,
there’s always something niggling
but it’s way too deep, obscure.

Long buried, these wrongs rise up
to plague life’s choices every day,
self confidence and self esteem
cannot come into play.

For they were stolen long ago
hidden deep within your being,
it’s time to resurrect them
a better future to be seeing.

The first step is the hardest
but when you reach the end,
the wrongs now in the open
at last you’ll start to mend.

Two victims with their lives renewed
step out to face each day,
Winter storms now in the past
Springtime has come to stay.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 07, 2007

DON’T RUSH

In this life that’s in the jet lane
all at top speed every day,
there’s no time to stop a moment
we’re hard pressed to even pray.

When we’re young, we just can’t wait
to be sixteen is our goal,
we want the rights of adults
to their ways we seek to mold.

Then on to twenty-one we strive
to be of legal age,
try all the vices out there
everything that’s all the rage.

When we approach our thirties
we do a double take,
stop in our tracks and take a look
just a moment contemplate.

Why did we wish our lives away
it was all so simple then,
with age comes responsibilities
our youth, to prepare for them.

Let all the little children
live their days of innocence,
to be free from care and worries
soon enough the years are spent.

Let them taste the goodness of God’s gifts
learn of His wonders that abound,
to run through fields of daisies
look for treasures all around.

To see their sweet scrubbed faces
is to look into their souls,
they’re the closest thing to angels
on this earth we can behold.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 05, 2007

WHEN, OH LORD...

When, oh Lord will this pain cease
will I ever get over the loss,
of the sweetness of her presence
as on a sea of grief I toss.

She brought such happiness when with us
a treasure cherished and so rare,
she quickly took up residence
in my heart and rested there.

Whenever we would get together
it was a meeting of our hearts,
we were in total blessed communion
we shared all, right from the start.

We take a risk when e’er we love
for there will always be the day,
when our heart’s of love get broken
it has always been that way.

It would be worse to never chance
a time so rich so pure,
to live in fear not knowing
this, I could not endure.

It was worth the tears and brokeness
to have known such a true friend,
she’ll always be a part of me
together to the end.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 03,2007