O my dearest Mother,
I can only contemplate the wounds of your Heart, the swords of Sorrow,
Mother, my dearest Mother,
"Make me feel what He has felt...make my heart and soul to melt"
in the love of Christ Divine.
Your tears, the thing that makes my heart to absolutely hurt, don't cry, Mother!
Your children, so many, so far from Jesus, the beloved of Your Heart,
Bring them back to you...
Back to Truth, Love, Beauty, Wisdom, Truth...bring them into His Kingdom.
Thank you, dearest Lady for your love for all your children,
me, in particular;
thank you, dearest Lady...my Mother...my Queen.
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