MORNING SONG

The morn in peaceful silence greets
the still and empty nearby streets,
in the East, the warming, golden rays
probe the dark, outpours a bright new day.

Creation wakens with a thrill
sun chasing shadows down the hill,
woolly lambs drift softly by
grazing in their pastures, in the sky.

Be still and listen to the throb
the love, of The Almighty God,
He tells us that He’s always there
in His daily blessings, that we share.

Each moment is another verse
a song of love forever, to disperse,
the glories of the Master’s Hand
countless as the grains of sand.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 27, 1994

LOVE STORY

Gazing down upon humanity
so many years ago,
the Son of God, in all His splendour
longed, His Love for us to show.

He asked His loving Father
if He could pay the price,
of all our sins and evil deeds
by His Love Sacrifice.

The Father, understanding
His Son Divine, did dress,
this purest, perfect Spirit
in our weighted, human flesh.

He placed Him in the purest place
that He could find on earth,
in the fragrance of a virgin’s womb
to await His humble birth.

She knew that sorrow waited
in shadows of another time,
that two hearts would bleed in union
for the errors of mankind.

Born in a humble stable
for all mankind , to show,
His wealth was in the Father’s love
and in this wealth He’d grow.

He grew, like any other child
was taught the lessons and the ways,
like us, in all else but sin
let us ever give Him praise.

In the passing years His knowledge
of the Father’s will became,
the map, to lead Him down the path
to glory, and a death of shame.

He suffered, how He suffered
His last breath He did take,
the last drop of His Precious Blood
He shed, for our sake.

Such love, the like, we’ll never see
on this our earth again,
until His promised second coming
that will end all fear and pain.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 15, 1994

HOMEWARD BOUND

Sometimes I walk with dragging steps
down paths so dark, alone
my heart’s attachments wounding
and to torture often prone.

It seems each step is weighted
as life’s burdens push me down,
I struggle, to put on a smile
but it soon turns to a frown.

Then a new day opens up
fresh joy He brings to me,
a respite from the valley
and new hope do I see.

For steps in darkness, steps in light
are all the same you see,
they lead me ever Homeward Bound
closer my God to Thee.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 12, 1994

GOLDEN DAYS

My eyes are drawn to distant hill
it seems they’ll never get their fill,
Autumn colours all ablaze
peeking out from morning haze.

The trees put on their final show
adorned in splendor e’er they go,
to sleep, as winter winds do sweep
their fallen beauty into heaps.

Little creatures all a-scurry
gather winter stores before the flurry,
the tiny pools of dew their drinks
soon to freeze to mini rinks.

The crows announce with plaintive call
the golden glory of the fall,
ducks and geese as they wing south
bring oohs and aahs from out my mouth.

The many sights and sounds and smells
bring joy within my heart to dwell,
my lips give voice to thanks and praise
to God the Creator, of Golden Days.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 22, 1994

MYSTERY OF LOVE

God’s plan for our salvation
so long ago took place,
He gave us little Mary
to lead us from disgrace.

She was born so pure, Immaculate
more perfect than the sweetest flower,
that grows in the Father’s Kingdom
beauty increasing, with each hour.

The Spirit dwelled within her soul
drawn by this virgin pure,
and told her oh so many things
from all evil did obscure.

Of heavenly things her knowledge grew
with the dew of the Father’s love,
fresh as a rose in the morning
was this mystery of love.

His designs for her were special
she was to be the perfect one,
the pure and sweetest cradle
for Jesus, His only Son.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 07,1994

THE THIEF

There is a thief among us
just waiting for his chance,
to rob us of peace, love and joy
in every circumstance.

He’s patient oh so patient
standing just outside our ring,
of happiness and all that’s good
to do his evil thing.

Nothing makes him angrier
than a circle of pure love,
in times of human weakness
a wedge between us he does shove.

Division is his game plan
and when he has success,
he dances round and shouts with glee
and onward he does press.

Once he gets a foothold
his voice becomes more strong,
he leads us down the garden path
from the place where we belong.

There is a way to break his chain
blow away his evil deeds,
hand it all to Jesus
ask The Love to intercede.

His healing then will help to mend
each wound, each battle scar,
the thief will cease his laughter
no more, our thoughts to mar.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 26, 1994

ISLAND OF PEACE

Days of darkening shadows
confusion, and anxieties,
are causing people everywhere
to fall down on their knees.

They sense a change is coming
mankind has gone to far,
there are no simple answers
no wishing on a star.

They feel adrift and driven
to all the worldly things,
caught up in swirling eddies
no fulfilment do they bring.

More and more a call is being heard
to come back to the source,
of joy, and peace, and perfect love
and diminish Satan’s force.

To get back to the laws of God
prayer and fasting everyday,
the Rosary and a simple life
to love, the only way.

An island of peace He gave us
she’ll teach us how to change,
we only have to ask her
all our lives, she’ll re-arrange.

So do not be discouraged
take heart, and heed her call,
she’ll guide you to her Jesus
before the darkness starts to fall.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 19, 1994