In the twilight of our darkest hour,
She stands with grace, a gentle power.
Her eyes like stars, they softly gleam,
A motherâs love, a sacred dream.
Beneath her mantle, we find peace,
Our worries fade, our doubts release.
With tender hands, she holds us near,
Whispering hope, dispelling fear.
Her presence like the morning dew,
Refreshes hearts, makes spirits new.
Through trials and storms, she is our guide,
Forever by our weary side.
O Mama Mary, through endless days,
We lift our voices in humble praise.
Your love eternal, pure, and true,
We live and breathe, all thanks to you.