In the quiet whispers of the night,
Mother Mary stands in serene light,
Her gentle gaze, a calming balm,
A beacon in the world’s stormy calm.

Her hands, a cradle of endless care,
A symbol of love, tender and rare,
She listens to prayers, soft and sincere,
Holding close those who draw near.

Mother of mercy, hear our plea,
In your embrace, we are free,
Guide us through shadows, lead us right,
Your grace, our everlasting light.

With faith and hope, we call your name,
In every heart, your gentle flame,
Mother Mary, forever divine,
In your love, we find our sign.