TO KNOW HIS LOVE

In times when all is going well
on His great love we seldom dwell,
it’s only when we are laid low
His abundant love we start to know.

It come in cards with loving words
get well wishes, written, heard,
calls and visits, cheerfully bring
joy to my soul, my heart to sing.

The bouquets with their colours gay
bring sunshine to my darkened days,
the essence of the prayers impart
their fragrance to the Father’s heart.

His love tho’ it is always there
in times of darkness He does share,
flowing like a river without end
through family and much loved friends.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 14, 1994

TO WEAR THE CROWN

We are heirs to the Kingdom
children of our mighty King,
He gave to us His only Son
who took away death’s sting.

While on the earth He wore the crown
the Father’s will He did accept,
Obedient up to the end
to His final ragged breath.

How can we ever thank Him?
how can we make recompense,
He suffered for us out of love
He was pure and innocent.

When He says go, then I will go
when He says stay, I’ll stay,
accepting always with a smile
His plan for me each day.

I’ll wear the crown and with my ‘yes’
each joy each sacrifice,
lifted up to give Him glory
I will gladly pay the price.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 11, 1994

NEW VISION

I saw the light as from afar
a bright but very distant star,
I saw it in my younger days
through eyes bedimmed by earthly haze.

It was before I knew its source
or felt its warmth, or knew its force,
but as I searched–put out my hand
the more I learned to understand.

The change it came so very slow
my hunger for it still does grow,
it now consumes my every cell
in my heart and soul to ever dwell.

I see the light more clearly now
but will never cease to wonder how,
the light that shines for everyone
make so many hide their eyes and run.

It has within it all we need
to burn away each evil deed,
and make us all so whole and bright
whosoever basks within His light.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 24, 1994

LIFT JESUS HIGHER

He took upon His mortal flesh
the burden of our sinfulness,
it pressed Him down into the dust
bruised and battered, beaten, crushed.

He was nailed and fastened to a tree
lifted high for all to see,
His life, not just another story
this tree, the birth place of His Glory.

He died, was buried in a tomb
this gift of love from Mary’s womb,
on the third day He did rise
and gave to all a heavenly prize.

As He walked from out His tomb
new life on earth began to bloom,
and when we keep Him in our sight
we’re delivered from life’s long dark night.

As He took upon His being pure
the pain of our sin to endure,
His act of love did e’er inspire
the need to lift our Jesus higher.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 15, 1994

I HAVE SEEN

Oh good and faithful servant
on you I’ve kept Mine eye,
more precious than the sparrow
that soars the heavens high.

I’ve seen you touch a grieved one
I’ve seen you quench a thirst,
I’ve seen you clothe the naked
nurse the sick, they all came first.

And as you did it to the least
of these My needy ones,
you did it to the Father
you did it to the Son.

In your faith and in your trust
you let Me dwell within,
and My Spirit gave you strength
to climb My saving hill, to win.

The mansion that I have prepared
for you my faithful bride,
is shining and in readiness
come in, with Me abide.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 09, 1994

WALK THE WALK

Come all my little children
with your worries and your sorrow,
and walk the walk with Me today
we’ll tread together to tomorrow.

Think not about your future
or the past so long since gone,
today has always cares enough
and to Me you all belong.

Put your trust in Me each day
for My love for you is great,
I won’t give you more than you can bear
step out, don’t hesitate.

When your burden is too heavy
you feel you can’t go on,
just ask and I will give you rest
I’ll send to you your Simon.

Take up your cross and walk the walk
for it is I who am the giver,
My Cross was heavy, I carried it
yours is but a sliver.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb.. 28, 1994

HEART OF LOVE

Oh my Jesus Saviour mine
take my heart and make it Thine,
warm the coldness, light the dark
cleanse with Your blood, the wounded part.

Lord, fill up all the wintry places
with Your firey love and graces,
write on the pages all made clean
by Your Sacrifice, when You did redeem.

Let all the love in my heart to share
cry out to the Love who placed it there,
may I find comfort and release
nestled in Your Heart’s sweet peace.

Oh my Jesus Love Divine
my heart is Yours, no longer mine,
it beats for only You alone
waiting for the time, it can go home.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 07, 1994