In the quiet whisper of the dawn’s first light,
Mama Mary stands with grace and might.
Her gentle hands, a balm for weary souls,
In her embrace, the heart finds its goals.

Beneath the stars, she watches over all,
Her love a beacon, a guiding call.
Through trials and shadows, fears may arise,
Yet in her presence, hope never dies.

Her smile, a promise of a brighter day,
Gently guiding, showing the way.
With every prayer, her spirit we seek,
In her kindness, the strong become meek.

O gentle mother, with love so divine,
Your heart a refuge, a sacred sign.
In life’s journey, wherever we roam,
With Mama Mary, we’re never alone.