TRIUNE LOVE

Glory to the Father
Glory to the Son,
Glory to the Spirit
who with abundance come.

The Father has created
only good for all mankind,
magnificence and splendour
everyday to shine.

His Son, The Word, our Saviour
was born, for us to die,
to save us so we won’t be lost
live with Him by and by.

The Holy Spirit, flame of love
seals His love upon my heart,
I long to better know Him
and never be apart.

Thank You God The Father
thank You God The Son,
thank You God, the Holy Spirit
my heart, Your love, has won.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
June 08, 1995

HIS DWELLING PLACE

The dwelling place for God alone
is not in temples made of stone,
but in the hearts of everyone
made in the image of His Son.

Safeguard it’s threshold ,neatly swept
each chamber pure and cleanly kept,
a heart, that with each throb does raise
in ardour, glorias and praise.

The Lord our God is everything
and to His love wants all to cling,
then He will give to each His prize
for where He dwells is Paradise.

He wants to be each hearts sweet guest
fill with His love and tenderness,
so cleanse each heart of every sin
temples of gold, He’ll dwell within.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 24, 1995

OMNIPRESENCE

You’ve spoken Your Word to me
from my time of reasoning,
it kept the joy within my heart
and made me ‘oft to sing.

You spoke it when I frequented
the old folk on our street,
when I rowed out on the river
with dear Mr. Gabourie

He taught me how to fish content
without a wasted word,
when the water lapping at the prow
was the only sound I heard.

Afterwards, there’d be a treat
crab apples, red and gold,
their nectar warm and tender sweet
in my mouth delights unfold.

There were my jaunts up to the pond
where new life was full to bursting,
pussy willows, frogs and turtles
for God’s things my soul was thirsting.

And in the night, before I slept
hymns of crickets and of frogs,
wafted through the swaying curtains
a lullaby from God.

For in these sweet and simple things
even then, I understood and saw,
Your Word that every instant spoke
“I am The Lord Your God”.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 10, 1995

THE PATH TO PEACE

As soon as we did enter there
tranquillity was in the air,
no one spoke in voice aloud
the sky adorned with soft grey cloud.

There was but a trace of breeze
that flitted in around the trees,
the birds, they trilled their Springtime song
to cheer us as we walked along.

At each station, when we paused to pray
to join Him on His painful way,
to carry our cross one with Him
His so heavy, our so slim.

As the path became more steep
ropes tied to trees, did help us keep,
from stumbling, and causing pain
His situation not the same.

Around His waist the ropes were tied
held by a man on either side,
pulled harshly, made to trip and fall
He shed His Blood for one and all.

All around us ‘neath the trees
new life was struggling to be free,
dainty blossoms, lifting up their faces
to receive His many blessings, graces.

The many stones embedded all along
like hardened hearts, to man belong,
for these and all, He walked the path
to save is from the Father’s wrath.

And when our walk with Him was done
peace in our hearts was finally won,
all our cares He did release
when we walked with Him, the path to peace.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 09, 1995

THE VIGIL

In this Your time of mercy Lord
keep Your flame of love alight,
let it burn more brightly
through the day, and through the night.

For where You are, my Lord my God
night and day they are the same,
guide our feet so not to stumble
so our souls we never maim.

We long to be in readiness
to keep our love lights burning bright,
our wicks all trimmed in preparation
for the coming, pure delight.

Let us not be caught without the oil
to greet our Bridegroom sweet,
to be worthy of His Kingdom
when our flames of love do meet.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 29, 1995

FLOWERS OF THE FIELD

We are little flowers of the Lord
growing down close to the earth,
His Holy Hand reached down one day
new life planted to give birth.

Some grew in sheltered places
untouched by wind, uncrushed by foot,
in pots protected from life’s storms
from dust and raining soot.

They know not of the harsh winds
of the torrent or the flood,
they’re never pounded to the ground
with their beauty in the mud.

The little flowers of the field
kissed by sun, caressed by wind,
made strong by living in His Grace
sturdy in their root and stem.

They delighted once a special child
who picked a sweet bouquet,
and gave it to His mother
whom He loved a perfect way.

In fear one day they trembled
where they grew along the way,
of this same child grown and suffering
for the sins of man to pay.

How they longed to ease His pain
with their beauty and perfume,
but were fastened tightly to the earth
silenced by their fear and gloom.

If they could only gather
at the cross upon the hill,
perfumed cups to catch his precious blood
hearts and souls to drink their fill.

The one thing we can do for Him
be the best that we can be,
give all our beauty and perfume
bloom just for Him eternally.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 28,1995

THE WAY OF MERCY

From the garden to the hill
a trail of blood His life did spill,
with shouts and stones He trudged along
bruised and battered by the throng.

Betrayed by one who shared His bread
others took to heel and fled,
that he knew Him, one denied
then in sorrow went to hide.

In mockery and scorn they crowned
the Son of God, the Love profound,
they spit and cursed and brutally tore
His garments sealed to every sore.

Oh my wounded, dying Jesus gaze
down from the Cross, upon the fray,
to those who unbeknown to them
have nailed You there with hurtful sin.

To the Son of God no mercy shown
the One who was for mercy known,
we repent in sorrow, ask to forgive
that we, with Him, forever live.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 09, 1995