Taking my worn rosary between my fingers,
Tonight I prayed the Hail Mary ten or twenty times.
Though my sinfulness had made me deeply sad,
I just knelt like a boy before his mother,
My hands clasped, my eyes wet with tears.
"Pray for us, poor sinners," I repeated,
And I felt peace flood into my heart.
I believe in him, I place my hope in God, knowing that he
Is a forgiving master, kind, merciful and fatherly.
Yet, seated on his eternal throne, he is also my judge,
And, when I think of my life, I seem to tremble
At my uncleanliness and guilt.
Ah, but the Good Virgin is here, and she will defend me.
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