THE RESTING PLACE

Often as I go about
the tasks of everyday,
I hear from somewhere deep inside
a call to stop and pray.

From a little spark it quickly builds
a consuming raging fire,
to go and meet my true love
tell Him of my desire.

I cloak myself in stillness
blot out distractions of the earth,
gaze into His loving eyes
experience re-birth.

From a wilted, dying flower
new sap begins to flow,
no longer bent and gasping
taking on a fresh new glow.

You feed me, oh my Jesus
with all the world can’t give,
You restore me with faith, hope and love
teach me what it takes to live.

The chrysalis begins to crack
far, the problems of the world,
I emerge a bright new creature
new spirit wings unfurl.

Refreshed, invigorated I return
from this peaceful resting place,
my countenance reflecting
the joy and love upon His face.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 7, 1996

LOVE’S BOUQUET

Each little flower of the Lord
emits its sweet perfume,
and grows from bud to fullness
for the Creator they do bloom.

Each has its own uniqueness
myriad of colour, shape, design,
traits visible and hidden
made by His Hand Divine.

We too, are like the flowers
that bloom out in the field,
emitting all Your graces
to Your breeze, we can but yield.

To all around, we show our beauty
to all our essence, wafts so sweet,
spreading all You give like pollen
making fertile those we greet.

With praise we group together
thirsty for God’s quenching dew,
faces raised like adust blossoms
with Love’s Bouquet, He will bedew.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Feb. 04,1996

LET GO....LET GOD

As I gaze out my window
on a grey and wintry morn,
I spy a solitary leaf
freeze-dried, of beauty shorn.

It trembles in the cold wind
and to its branch does cling,
in loneliness, and frigid fear
of what the future soon will bring.

To let go means to let the wind
blow it where it’s never been,
to places strange and far away
to a new world yet unseen.

I too, at times feel all alone
in a desert dry and cold,
afraid to change or reach out
to a future yet untold.

I stay with feet firm planted
in what is sure and safe,
afraid to step out, into something new
lest my foot, I sorely chafe.

Let go, oh leaf, oh fearful soul
let go so you can live,
in the fullness of the Spirit
take in all the love He gives.

The wind will only blow you
to the Cross on Calvary’s hill,
so you can have eternal life
and fulfill the Father’s Will.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 15, 1995

SLOWLY, SLOWLY

Slowly, slowly to the manger
all are drawn unto the child,
unto the baby born of Mary
sweet and tender, meek and mild.

Hush now, let us not awaken
the wee one from His blissful sleep,
on bended knee bow low before Him
this vision in our hearts to keep.

Wrapped in swaddling clothes He lays there
on a mattress made of hay,
Mary and Joseph smile their tender greetings
as shepherds come to kneel and pray.

Slowly, slowly kings are coming
from the east their numbers three,
a bright star high up in the heavens
leads them to the place they long to be.

Hosannah in the highest heaven
is the song the angels sing,
it rings out over hill and valley
the news, the birth of Christ the King.

Slowly, slowly, I go stealing
near to Him so I can give,
the only gift I know will please Him
my love, my life, long as I live.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 08, 1995

PREPARE A PLACE

Oh let us children one and all
because the time is nigh,
prepare a place within our hearts
for His coming from on high.

His birthplace, a poor stable
so many years since past,
became a haven for the King
salvation’s die was cast.

If we could only comprehend
the fullness of His love,
this precious gift sent to us
from the Father up above.

The awaited guest is coming,
let us prepare Him room,
in the manger of our hearts,
Jesus is coming soon

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 04, 1995

GIFT OF DIAMONDS

The world is wrapped in splendor
adorned with glitter, shining bright,
diamond pendants hang from eave and limb
a rich and cheerful sight.

The willow’s laden heavy
with jewels that reach the ground,
playing tinkling-happy music
as the wind blows through its crown.

Around the deck in perfect row
hangs the finest crystal lace,
the sun rays kiss its beauty
and it weeps and changes place.

The golden sun begins to sink
far as the eye can see,
naked branches of the hedgerows
become as silver filigree.

Awed by this perfect vision
God’s gift to all today,
turn not from the Love, the Giver
give thanks to Him each day.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 28, 1995

CUP OF SILENCE

In silence ever deepening
another world is taking shape,
there is nothing I can do
and no place to escape.

I know not why it has to be
or when ‘twill be complete,
I search the faces of the knowledge
in their eyes I see defeat.

I read the faces of my family
and those of all my friends,
I watch for any little clue
to help me comprehend.

Lord, let their patience for me grow
all my pain I offer up,
what will be, is in Your hands
help me lift and drink the cup.

And though it’s taste is bitter
to the last I’ll drink my fill,
with Your Joy deep in my heart
as I do Your Holy Will.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 16, 1995