Thou art Mother Oh most favored plentifully
Oh perfect woman blessed specially
A poor and suffering thou art mother
Provide insolence to human other
Thou renounced liberty to choose
To say a Yes with utmost muse
Betrothed in obedience, a virgin womb
Thou remained faithful until tomb
Theotokos, a title most
desirable
Bore in thy bosom a Son supreme adorable
God’s mother prevailed in history of Salvation
For thy Son human yet a divine revelation
Oh mother, retained pains in thy heart
Oh, how painful suffering thy life’s girt
Thy being shattered thy soul split in sword
Whilst the Son of Man uttered mysterious word
Thou art our mother opium of the poor
Utmost hope against suffering sure
Penetrate the suffering heart to cast hope
Hence thou lingered to the poor a dope
Oh Maria, at Golgotha thou suffered intensely
Derided yet watched thy Son die gently
Come Maria in haste and wipeout tears
Thence suffering women may have no more fears
Sorrow ensnared thou like winter’s darkness
Lost thy Son twice to feel like weirdness
Thou art a hope for women childless
Cast thy aiding hands on the heartless
Be a rock of refuge for thy humanity
Thence to witness a widespread serenity
Be a help to the suffering and them guard
One accord we shout, my heart magnifies the
Lord.
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