THE DAY OF THE LORD

The day is fast approaching
soon His army will lay waste,
burning all that’s weed and stubble
blanched will be every face.

The Lor will lead on His mighty steed
no one knows the time or day,
the earth will shake and tremble
darkness will hold the light at bay.

Who can bear that day so terrible
as His justice comes to pass,
it’s not too late for us to change
make amends, repent and fast.

For the Lord is slow to anger
rich in kindness, will relent,
if we change our hardened hearts
ask forgiveness, and repent.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 01, 1999

THE GIFT OF AN ANGEL

From out the depths of misery
a heart all bruised, in pain,
confused and in a maze of fog
darkness had come to reign.

The Lord saw my predicament
the Lord He saw my pain,
the Lord knew what I needed
to put me on my feet again.

He sent to me an angel
with eyes that spoke His love,
with lips that spoke compassion
and arms that heal and hug.

He knew I had to vent my pain
on an understanding ear,
make me realize His presence
at all times, He’s ever near.

Deep down I always knew it
but had let my cares become,
a burden too immense to handle
they’d blocked out the very Son.

Thank You God for being there
though at times I couldn’t see,
I thank You for that special day
You sent an angel to help me.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 15, 1998

FLAME TO FLAME

Before all of creation
the heavens, land and sea,
dwelled the Flame Eternal
all beginning yet to be.

From the Flame in its intensity
came desire then to share,
the love and gifts and blessings
they would be beyond compare.

The Word spoke out creation
all that would ever be,
in His image, man and woman
dominion over all they see.

Their union was perfection
in the garden did commune,
with the Lord of all creation
their flames with His in tune.

The sin of disobedience
did put a great divide,
between the Father and His children
ashamed, from Him, they’d hide.

His mercy and immense love
longed for reunion with each one,
so He sent to all a Saviour
to repair the damage done.

Jesus took upon Himself
on His trek to Calvary,
the pain and sin, and sufferings
of all humanity.

His Sacrifice for everyone
God’s eternal love does show,
how He longs for all His children
in His perfect love to grow.

Longing for Divine reunion
heart to heart and flame to flame,
with our love and His united
to return, from whence we came.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 28, 1998

ECHO FROM THE MOUNTAIN

From deep within the valley
comes a soft persistent call,
it drifts down from the mountain
each soul’s yearning to enthral.

The fragrance and the promise
of wonders not foretold,
fleeting images of splendor
our hearts given, He will mold.

From high upon the summit
He’ll lead all to better see,
His perfect love and mercy
His plan with clarity.

Equip all with His perfect truth
from on high He’ll point the way,
show us how to be disciples
and never cease to pray.

With all that He has given
with His very breath replete,
drawing all to climb the summit
new life and God to meet.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Sept. 12, 1998

GENTLY IN THE BREEZE

My eyes forever scan the heavens
search each field, each radiant flower,
surveying all, of His Creation
the witness of His love and power.

His is the hand that formed each glory
from new life in the womb,
to the least of all His creatures
and raised Jesus from the tomb.

In the softness of a Summer breeze
His presence wraps me round,
His whisperings lift my Spirit
as He speaks His love profound.

My heart delights in His caress
finger of the breeze soft kiss,
my longing inner being
to the heights I soar, sweet bliss.

With all His power, majesty
He made all creation for,
to love and serve Him here on earth
then, live with Him, evermore.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 01, 1998

SUMMER DAYS

Soft Summer days are with us
sweet days of warmth and sun,
of trips and games and picnics
a little loafing too, for fun.

A time at last, to finally read
that book long on the shelf,
to do all the things so longed for
that are all of Summer’s wealth.

To putter in the garden
absorbing sun and breeze,
each action one of tender love
spent down upon our knees.

Oh the joy of tending
the works of God’s own hand,
and cherishing His creatures
cultivating all that is His plan.

The first order of each day will be
a prayer of thanks and praise,
to the one and only God of love
the Creator of our days.

For in all that is around me
I see His image there,
He gives us all our Summer days
His love’s for all to share.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
June 29, 1998

PASSING SORROW

The steeple bell is tolling
soft and slow it sadly rings,
strains of the organ wafting
a voice now sweetly sings.

Of how the Lord, He is my shepherd
He leads me down to lie,
in pastures green, He gives repose
and bids me now abide.

Oh the sadness of the moment
the dreadful sense of loss,
a loved one comes before the altar
to the meeting with the Cross.

With the Mass of Resurrection
and the words of love and hope,
comes joy to dwell within our hearts
helping all to heal and cope.

Your goodness Lord, will follow me
all my live-long days,
I will dwell within Your house Lord
with You forever stay.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
June 13, 1998