In the quiet whispers of the dawn, she stands,
A gentle light painting the world anew,
Her presence, a balm to weary lands,
A guiding star through shadows, breaking through.
She holds the sorrow of the world in tender hands,
With eyes that see the pain, yet offer grace,
Her heart, a refuge where love withstands,
She offers peace in her warm embrace.
In moments of despair, her voice is heard,
A soft lullaby that calms the stormy sea,
Her words, a prayer, each one a sacred word,
Filling the heart with strength and clarity.
O Mother Mary, in your light we find our way,
Through trials and fears, you hold us near,
A beacon of hope in the darkest day,
Forever blessed by your presence here.