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May the Lord remain with you,
in silence and in peace.

May your heart find rest in His presence,
and your path be guided gently through Mary.

In all things—
may you remain in Him,
as He remains in you.

I Know My Saviour Lives

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I KNOW MY CREATOR LIVES

You ask me if my creator lives

Well, I want you to know,

I”ve seen Him in each blade of grass

And in the breeze that blows.

I see Him when I see the sparrow

Fly graceful in the sky,

I also know my creator  lives

And guides me from on high.

I see Him in a baby”s smile

So innocent and pure,

I see Him as I walk the sand

Along the peaceful shore.

And if you live your life for Him

And humbly do your  part,

This God of all Creation

                                                          Will live within your heart

Rev. Marie Yvonne.

When You Pray

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As you bow your head today

And you pray in Jesus name,

Will you thin

k to pray for others

With their sorrow and their pain.

Others  with their heartaches

And others with their care

Will you think of all their trials

As our Father hears your prayers.

For as you take the burden

Of some soul to God above,

Your reward will be the blessing

Of our own Dear Saviour’s love.


Rev. Marie Yvonne.

The Answer To Our Cares

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Though strife surrounds us day by day

If we just take the time to pray,

Those troubles slowly fade away

As we commune with Jesus.

Though this old world be full of woe

There is one place we all can go,

We have a Heavenly Home, you know

If we just live for Jesus.

Though there be trials on every  hand

The Christian has a salvation plan,

That someday in that Promised Land

We”ll walk beside our Jesus.

So don’t be ashamed of the Love of our Father

Don’t be ashamed of His Kindness and grace,

Don’t be ashamed of our Blessed Redeemer

Who, upon Calvary, died in our place.

Rev. Marie Yvonne.

Our Church On The Hill.

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East Jeddore Church

In our tiny village, a church stands upon a hill

There was a time when songs rang out

As her seats filled, the people filled.

Where the neighbour greeted the neighbour

And children played so freely,

That was a time I now recall

with things as they should be.

Our little church stood proud and tall 

And overlooked the sea

To guide our fishermen along

The path where they should be.

Things are all so different now

To a new church, we make our way

But the memories of that little church

In our minds will always stay.

Rev. Marie Yvonne.



This argument grounds open communion in the theology of grace, hospitality, and radical inclusion exemplified by Jesus and the early church.

The Eucharist, at its heart, is a celebration of God’s inclusive grace made manifest in Jesus Christ. The Last Supper was shared with a group that included doubters, deniers, and even betrayers, yet Jesus offered the bread and cup to all present. The apostle Paul teaches that in Christ, the barriers that once separated people, Jew and Greek, slave and free, are abolished (Galatians 3:28). The early Christian table was a place where all were welcomed, and divisions were overcome (1 Corinthians 11:17-34). Open communion embodies the radical hospitality of Jesus, who welcomed all to his table. Restricting the Eucharist to the baptized or to members of a particular denomination risks turning the sacrament of unity into a mark of exclusion. Instead, open communion testifies to the boundless reach of God’s grace, inviting all who hunger and thirst for righteousness to participate in Christ’s presence. In sharing the Eucharist openly, the church enacts the good news that reconciliation with God and one another is available to all, and that the table of Christ is never closed.

Please read the homily here: Why we choose the Open Communion

The Place That I Call Home

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Home

Our little village we call home

Snugly nestled by the sea

With the harbor sparkling near your door

A lovely sight to see.

With fishing boats along the shore

Where the artist often come

To paint the seans of East Jeddore

The place that I call home.

To see the evening sunset

Is more beautiful than gold

Done by the Master Painter

Is a beauty to behold.

The sky so blue, the trees so green

The birds that flutter by

As the sun sets slowly

On the sea, the fishing boats go by.

As I say goodbye one time again

To the beautiful East Jeddore,

I know that I will soon return

To see her just once more.

IT IS MY HOME

.Rev. Marie Yvonne.



Missionaries

I won first prize for this poem at two different poetry contests two years in a row.

The missionaries leave their homes

Their family, friends, and all,

To travel far across the seas

In answer to God’s call.

They learn the language of the land

In order to go,

And tell the natives of our God

Who cares and loves them so?

The natives in these foreign lands

To idols, they all go,

But idols neither hear nor speak

The Bible tells us so.

So the mission of  our people here

Is to take the Holy Word,

Of salvation from a living God

To those who have never heard.

And we at home can do our part

As we do daily, we pray,

For God to keep them free from harm

While they are far away.

But let’s not forget our missionaries

That work for God at home,

And show God’s love to many

Who feel lost and all alone.

So let us all just do our part

For our missionaries dear,

Whether they be far away

Or whether they be near.

We’ll pray for God to guide them

As they teach His Word so true,

And support them with our pledges

As His work, they gladly do.

Rev. Marie Yvonne.

Beside A Babbling Brook.

I felt so close to God today

 As I stood beside a brook,

 And watched the water flow

  Or’e the rocks, as it’s trickling

Pathway took.   

And as I stood there gazing  

   I saw our Creator’s plan,         

                       For that tiny little babbling brook              

                            Was made by God’s own hand.                        

          And the God that made the rocks

               The trees, the seas, and all the land,

                                                         Yes, the God of all the Universe 

                                                       He, too, created man.

So if cares close in around you

  And you need someone to care,

       Go find yourself a babbling brook

God’s peace is always there.       

              Rev. Marie Yvonne.                         

From A Tiny Piece Of Clay.

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From Just A Piece Of Clay

God took a piece of love one day

And turned it into a clump of clay

He worked it in His loving hands

And tenderly created man.

He made him strong and mighty and tall

To have dominion over all,

He put a garden fence

To rule all God’s creation there.

But man was lonely all alone

So God removed from him a bone

And made for him a helpmate true

To live with him his whole life through.

So from this tiny piece of bone

God made us all to be His own,

So be thankful for the life you share

And live for God while you are here.

Rev. Marie Yvonne.

When Pressures Are Mounting

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When pressures are mounting

And burdens you bear

Your troubles grow day after day

You wonder if God”s really listening to you

Will He take all your sorrows away.

With your pain and your suffering

Your heartache and tears,

Your mind starts to question and say

Does God understand what I’m going through

Is He with me each step of the way.

God knows all our sorrows

He feels all our pain

He shares all our struggles and cares

He walks with us through crooked paths

And dries our eyes of our tears.

Our hearts are His garden

In which His love grows

Our tears are His dew on the rose

Our burdens grow lighter as His Spirit comes in

To harvest His joy in our souls.

Rev. Marie Yvonne