The Adobrable Intercessor
O Mother, O
Mother,
Thy faith is
like the candle!
That burns
bright steadily
In spite of
all the darkness.
O Mother, O
Mother,
Thy grace is
like the rain!
That cools
and calms thy children,
In spite of
all the pain.
O Mother, O
Mother,
They love is like
the sun!
That shines
its rays incessantly,
And brightens
the hearts of all.
Thy eyes
perceived pain in poverty,
Thy heart
ached at the plight of lepers,
Thou picked
them all, each by hand,
And nursed
them back with tender care.
What mother
can a person be?
Whose heart
knows no bounds,
For the
unconditional love it possesses,
Reaches out
to the ones in need.
Thy words
speak the language of love,
Thy work is
an art of love,
How
immaculate is thy soul, O Mother?
Do pray for
all thy little ones!
Sheldon Sequeira
SYBSc.
Comments
Post a Comment