A CHILD’S LONGING

Father I reach up to You
I long to know Your Love,
to be like a child, all eager
to live in Your home above.

One day to dance around Your Throne
with joy and laughter peeling,
laying pure and fragrant flowers
at Your feet upon our meeting.

I will see sweet Jesus face to face
He will smile and beckon me,
into His tender arms of love
Your Love Oh God, I’ll see.

In heaven’s golden meadows
where the Spirit e’er will blow,
we’ll walk in peace and harmony
as one, Your Love to ever know.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 04, 1999