BROKEN DREAMS

Rivers of tears are flowing
from so many broken dreams,
such a torrent inundating
what were once pure peaceful streams.

The very fabric, of what life once was
torn asunder in these times,
of loss of love, respect and faith
there’s no reason and no rhyme.

Forgiveness fading from our lives
revenge the thing to do,
retaliate, get even
and kill the babies too.

When will the scales be lifted
that blind us to His Word,
when will His, “Come follow Me”
within our hearts be heard.

There is an urging in our hearts
take heed, the time is nigh,
Now is the time for action
before life’s final sigh.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 28, 2006

MY FAVOURITE TIME

It’s just at the fine line drawn
between the night and day,
let it last a moment longer
for this Oh Lord I pray.

Let the softness of the night’s breath
wash o’er my rested soul,
and fill me with what’s needed
on this journey to my goal.

As the blushing sun a-rising
kisses all to start the day,
fill me Lord with thankfulness
for all creation, Lord I pray.

As the day lamp rises higher
Your hand moves on canvas bright,
painting all of daytime’s features
ever glorious in our sight.

I revel in Your handiwork
as far as eye can see,
and I’m awed to think, Almighty God
that You’d have done it just for me.

This precious time I keep for us, Oh God
to share our love as one,
to touch our hearts together
at the rising of the sun.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 26, 2006

WITHOUT YOU

There are times I sit and meditate
on the workings of Your hands,
You’ve played in my heart, a major part
that only now I understand.

Now I see in retrospect
all the wonders that You do,
and I couldn’t Lord, have done it
without You.

All the times, when I succeeded
at some task I had to do,
and the results were so fantastic
and my heart just barely flew.

It’s sad how we forget You
when things are going well,
but when the times get harder
our memory rings a bell.

Your faithfulness, Your mercy
have ever been nearby,
as close as a prayer in the morning
eyes lifted to the sky.

I am sorry for the memory loss
the times, You didn’t get Your due,
but now I know with certainty
I couldn’t have done it without You

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 10, 2006