COME BY ME

My body’s bent
my heart it bleeds,
my soul cries out
Jesus come by me.

Alone I’m broken
alone I’m weak,
without You I’m nothing
Jesus come by me.

I long for the day
when I will be free,
of a world that’s gone mad
Jesus come by me.

Hatred and wars
division and greed,
the family so broken
Jesus come by me.

New life so fragile
so freshly conceived,
is torn from it’s cradle
Jesus come by me.

Children who search
in the dark for to see,
the meaning of life
Jesus come by me.

With Your love sweet Jesus
I will become free,
so hurry sweet healer
Jesus come by me.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 30, 1995

THE ASSUMPTION

Oh how the heavens did resound
with perfect joy and Psalm,
when Mary rose to meet her Son
for whom her being longed.

On earth she made their humble home
a palace by her grace,
now He gave to her His Kingdom
for her eternal dwelling place.

She’d been a pure and willing vessel
the Father’s Love to fill,
now consumed with perfect love
body and soul rose up until......

Face to face the loves did meet
no more will they part,
they will live forevermore
within each other’s hearts.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 12 1995

LONELY PEOPLE

There are many lonely people
in this fast-paced world today,
you pass them in your daily life
as you walk along your way.

They say “Hi”, how are you
and wear a shallow smile,
they walk on past into the void
of many sad and lonely miles.

They live in fear and hide themselves
unable to exchange and share,
the person at their centre
who needs someone to care.

We cannot hide our humanness
we were made to love and give,
when we try to hide what’s natural
we cease to fully live.

There are people out there waiting
maybe they are lonely too,
their hearts in trepidation
waiting for a friend like you.

So reach out won’t you, lonely one
fear not for what might be,
who knows what love awaits you
from your loneliness be free.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Aug. 03, 1995

A TIME FOR GRIEF

With grief your hearts have been laid low
as to His altar all must go,
in tears and sorrow, pain and loss
the nails that fix you to the cross.

He gives and then He takes away
‘why’, we ask, this pain today,
your hearts so wounded, bleeding, torn
void of the part for which you mourn.

Tomorrow’s path you have to walk
to family, friends and God do talk,
in time His plan we all will know
in life’s lessons we must stretch and grow.

The sun has set, it seems so dark
sadness has benumbed your hearts,
soon its rays will be outpouring
and there will be ‘joy in the morning’.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
July 31, 1995

THE TONGUE

It is small but packs the power
of wounding or of giving,
words of praise and words of love
that make life worth the living.

Sticks and stones we know break bones
but in the end they heal,
harsh words, lashed out in anger
put a seal on how we feel.

We cease to grow, and to express
our deepest inner cares,
low self-esteem, inadequate
we’re not free to fully share.

Let us daily try to change
let it start right here with me,
to raise up high my fellow man
treat him respectfully.

For they hurt the same as you
when cut, their wounds too bleed,
let us raise our voice and pray for him
see to his every need

Margaret Rose Larrivee
July 25, 1995.

GIFT OF FAITH

My robe of faith was given me
when in the womb I came to be,
it shone with pure celestial light
His desire borne beyond all sight.

My robe it daily grew with me
with each Sacrament it came to be,
more resplendent, more aglow
as its giver, I came more to know.

Then when in the Spirit born
I came upon a new day shorn,
of all the darkness and the fog
that dimmed my view of Almighty God.

New eyes, new ears, new heart rejoiced
new praises deep within were voiced,
my faith forever now to grow
in the Spirit of Love, for all to glow.

I’m free, I’m free, I’m free at last
from fears that lurked back in the past,
my heart and mind He has made still
as I go forth to do His Will.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
July 17, 1995

THE SIMPLE THINGS

The simple things have always been
the joy within my days,
as I look back in wonder
to the past my heart does stray.

When as a child upon my back
in fields of hay and flowers,
I wiled away in youthful bliss
discerning clouds for hours.

Listening to the hum of life
and smelling earth’s perfumes,
with eyes that never tired
of its abundant, fragrant blooms.

The air was ever pregnant
with sweet mysteries and more,
and just around each corner
were new worlds to explore.

I skipped and played till nine o’clock
all the joyous summer games,
with all the kids upon our street
we were a little less than tame.

And oh, the fun of swinging
back and forth and higher and higher,
singing all those childhood songs
with voice and heart inspired.

I’m thankful for these simple things
that were given unto me,
and pray that I will always
see with eyes that truly see.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
July 09, 1995