In the quiet whispers of dawn, she rises,
A beacon of hope in the morning light,
With hands that cradle the worldâs sorrows,
She breathes peace into the darkest night.
Her eyes, a mirror of celestial kindness,
Reflect a love that knows no bounds,
Through every tear and every trial,
Her presence in our hearts resounds.
A mother to the lost and weary,
Her embrace, a sanctuary divine,
In her we find the strength to carry on,
In her love, we eternally entwine.
Mama Mary, in your tender grace,
We find a solace pure and true,
Guide us through lifeâs winding paths,
With your light, weâll always renew.