FROM DAZE TO PRAISE

The Christmas pies are finally baked
a zillion cookies stashed away,
gumdrops baked into pretty cakes
preparation for the Holidays.

The jobs undone are buzzing round
they play havoc in my head,
the gifts unbought, down in the town
for Sue, for John, for Fred.

Many cards are sent and money spent
for the yearly festive season,
Christmases often came and went
not knowing Jesus was the reason.

Take the time when day is through
to gaze into His humble manger,
and contemplate His love so true
don’t be to Him a stranger.

His message is the same, it hasn’t changed
so let us fill our days,
not with frenzies so deranged
and turn from daze to praise.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 15, 1993

Bethlehem Town

His face it shone with love alight,
a beacon on that holy night.
It turned His simple place of birth,
into a shrine of love upon the earth.

No royal robes, no eider down,
just a poor little stable in Bethlehem Town.
His cries softened by the sweet voice of Mary,
the angels rejoicing, to the hills did carry.

Good news to the shepherds and to all who would hear,
that the Saviour was born, oh be of good cheer.
A star in the heavens was shining so bright,
guiding three wise men to this holy site.

One look at the child and every man thrilled,
they saw that the prophesy had been fulfilled.
They returned to their homelands, their hearts joyful and light,
and told of the Saviour who was born on that night.

From that day to this when this story is told,
all the peace and the joy once again do unfold.
For rich men, for poor men, His message does bring,
love and hope for all sinners, our Lord, King of Kings.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Dec. 06, 1993

REAL PRESENCE

From His Sacrifice of perfect love
when Jesus died for you and me,
He is present, ever near us
it’s where He wants to be.

Upon each altar daily
He repeats His Sacrifice,
to show us how He loves us
He gives us food that does suffice.

In the form of wafer-white
and red as ruby wine,
He gives to us His Body, Blood
His Soul, His presence so divine.

Then He waits in majesty
for us to come to Him and share,
our prayers, our joys, our sorrows
our each and every care.

We must become like mirrors
reflect the Father’s Love to all,
and keep within His presence
He will heed our every call.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 26, 1993

THE TEARS OF MARY

If we could see the world today
through the eyes of Mother Mary,
we’d understand the reason
her tears fall, because we tarry.

We heed not her tender pleadings
we answer not her call,
she knows what’s about to happen
she wants to save us one and all.

We are all her little children
her healing balm she will impart,
when we are consecrated
to her pure, Immaculate Heart.

She will tend us in that garden
removing all our evil deeds,
and pollution of this cold world
like so many toxic weeds.

We’ll become her perfect roses
gathered for her perfect Son,
watered by the tears of Mary
when the new day has begun.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 14, 1993

HEAVENLY PAUSE

When in times of deepest prayer
all my love with Him I share,
my soul is light with holy leaven
He elevates me close to heaven.

I rise and soar with love afire
to be with Him my one desire,
to gaze into His precious face
all life’s cares He does erase.

He greets me with arms open wide
nothing can ever stem the tide,
of joy and peace, true happiness
He fills me with His tenderness.

Lifted higher and higher as we meet
I fall in humility at His feet,
He gives me forgiveness for all my flaws
and thanks me for my heavenly pause.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Nov. 09,1993

THE NEED FOR LOVE

My gentle-loving Jesus
as I pray on bended knee,
my heart and soul and body
bowed low in reverence to Thee.

I can’t get along without You
You’re the food that brings release,
from the pangs of my souls hunger
for love, for joy, for peace.

When I feel lost, in turmoil
and Your Presence seems to me,
to be far away, I’m lonely
and all I am cries out to Thee.

For You were once abandoned
in the garden, on the Cross,
so I know You’ll understand me
my little faith, my loss.

Your Father’s love, so visible
by the gift of His own Son,
You, my gentle-loving Jesus died
for us eternal life was won.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 26, 1993

UNDERNEATH A SMILE

A smile can often cover up
from everyone we meet,
a host of miseries and pain
that lie buried oh so deep.

Our loved ones never really know
at least I pray they don’t,
that their thoughtless words and actions
need so much healing, but they won’t..

Admit to faults and failings
in silence they do hide,
with hearts so cold and hard as rock
all because of foolish pride.

They think to say ‘I’m sorry’
will make them small and weak,
Oh God, when will You hear the prayers
for all the answers that we seek.

When will these smiles we’re wearing
become ones so true, so whole,
that will reach right down inside of us
into our very souls.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Oct. 09,1993