In the silence of the night, she whispers peace,
A beacon of light, where shadows cease.
Her gentle hands, a cradle of care,
In times of sorrow, she is always there.
A motherâs heart, pure as the dawn,
With every prayer, our troubles are gone.
Her gaze, a haven for the lost and weary,
Guiding us through paths so dreary.
She stands as a pillar, unwavering and strong,
In her embrace, we find where we belong.
With every tear, she mirrors our pain,
And through her love, we are whole again.
O Mary, Mother, unyielding in grace,
In your light, we find our place.
Through trials and tribulations, you are near,
A symbol of hope, forever dear.