THE WEDDING

Each time we answer to His call
or rise and walk when e’er we fall,
He gives to us His loving smile
and beckons us, walk down the aisle.

The angel choirs, voices raised
join with the saints to give Him praise,
the Bridegroom waits, His eyes a plea
beloved spouse, come be with Me.

My longing, trembling heart does throb
to be in union with my God,
to give Him praise and take my rest
my head upon His loving breast.

Each day when the sun bestows
it’s crimson rays, and all’s aglow,
closer, I will be to Thee
my God, my Love, eternally.

And then, oh then, my day will come
the earth, my tomb, You’ll take me from,
the veil from off my soul You’ll raise
into eyes of love I’ll ever gaze.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
June 10, 1994

WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN

I might have been a man of God
and healed so many souls,
perhaps the ones you pray for
drifting far outside the fold.

I might have been in politics
and helped the nation turn,
from laws and ways of darkness
to righteousness, that now they spurn.

I might have been in medicine
and found for you the cure,
for many of life’s maladies
that your loved ones now endure.

To never see the world, created
by the ever-loving Father,
to never live the life He gave me
because I might have been a bother.

I might have been the helping hand
words of comfort, could have voiced,
but I was not allowed to be
I never had the choice.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 28, 1994

WELL OF TEARS

A well of tears within me
threatens soon to overflow,
I cling with desperation
to the loving hands that row..

The boat that is my daily life
adrift on stormy seas,
in times of human weakness
He brings me to my knees.

In my thoughts the evil one
plants a fog of fear and doubt,
and I am blinded as I search
to find the one way out.

Soon the winds of faith and love
disperse the fog, to me do show,
the one and only Navigator
I ever want to know.

For He will never steer me wrong
He brings about the calm,
and guides me on His course Divine
to where I e’er belong.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 23, 1994

IN THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT

In the silence of the night
when all is soft and still,
the velvet arms of darkness
soothe my heart and mind until.

All the troubles and the cares
that beset me through the day,
sink to a place of unimportance
as I lift my soul and pray.

For in my days of busyness
as events yet higher mount,
I lose sight of His promises
too numerous to count.

In the silence of the night
He tells me not to fear,
for in the day as well as night
He wipes away our tears.

All our pains and sorrows
would all on wings take flight,
if we would harken to His voice
in the silence of the night.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
May 13, 1994

IN THE ARMS OF MARY

Mother Mary take us
in your arms so soft and sweet,
press us close, unto your heart
lull us with each soothing beat.

All your roses have turned wild
prune away the prickly thorns,
that choke and maim our souls so lost
so battered, bruised and torn.

We’ve tried to do it on our own
the hard and lonely way,
forgive our lapse of memory
take us to your heart today.

Take us, Mary, by the hand
defend and teach us day by day,
how to walk the narrow road
nevermore to go astray.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 29, 1994

LILY OF THE VALLEY

Your quietude and beauty
so delicate and meek,
your veiled-head bowed in humble prayer
your perfume wafts so sweet.

You sought only to be all for Him
from the time of His conception,
with attitude of holy reverence
and all-beautiful perfection.

You grew in holiness and grace
until one day your soul,
cried out in longing, to the Father
for His will to soon unfold.

From the highest heaven came
The Word to dwell within,
your purest tabernacle
never touched by stain of sin.

With your voice so like a dove
you prayed and sang to Him,
the treasure that you cradled
was the Saviour of all men.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 27, 1994

TO KNOW HIS LOVE

In times when all is going well
on His great love we seldom dwell,
it’s only when we are laid low
His abundant love we start to know.

It come in cards with loving words
get well wishes, written, heard,
calls and visits, cheerfully bring
joy to my soul, my heart to sing.

The bouquets with their colours gay
bring sunshine to my darkened days,
the essence of the prayers impart
their fragrance to the Father’s heart.

His love tho’ it is always there
in times of darkness He does share,
flowing like a river without end
through family and much loved friends.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 14, 1994