Little Child, by Marie MacIntyre

You're far from me, my little child

But not by choice or guile,

Come spend some time in prayer with me

Relax, and rest in me awhile.

I find that you are closest when

You cry or when you smile,

Come stay with me, abide in me

I'll go that last, long mile.

A perfect Lord I am to be

To each dear precious soul,

A healing force, a loving touch

To heal and make you whole.

So be content, love, do your best

Soon you'll be fit to roam

To that wondrous heavenly place

Your soul knows as its' home.

Vicki Morton

(Marie's daughter)

A Garden Forever, by Marie MacIntyre

There is a place on earth

Though I know not where

Where life means loving others

And deeply caring for one another.

It is a place where harmony

Exists with all things

And everything is beautiful

The people there are warm

And are not afraid to say

I love you

I wish I were there.

Gayle Ann Wray

1977 - Age 15

Mustard Seed, by Marie MacIntyre

Oh mighty tree how great you stand,

God gave this blessing upon the land.

Birds that fly rest in you,

And build their nests up in you too.

Man that walks in shady ways,

For shade and comfort to you give praise.

And you in your way to fuel our need,

Have sent us the tiny mustard seed.

Oh God in your way you to us do show,

That tiny we begin and mighty we can

grow.

We great or tiny can be you know

As with the mustard seed you caused

to grow.

So we by choice can come to you,

And seek your guidance to see us

through.