Do you remember when you were a child
When your irate father raised his hand high
To punish you for some serious error,
Your mother stopped his arm ready to spank.
In the pious account that cannot mislead us,
Jesus Christ on the cross, showing John to Mary,
Said: “Here is your son!” This is why I pray,
For Mary to beseech my forgiveness
At the hour of my death.
For, when Jesus gave her this mysterious gift,
He bequeathed Christian humanity to her.
Your mother, O Lord, is all mine.
When your irate father raised his hand high
To punish you for some serious error,
Your mother stopped his arm ready to spank.
In the pious account that cannot mislead us,
Jesus Christ on the cross, showing John to Mary,
Said: “Here is your son!” This is why I pray,
For Mary to beseech my forgiveness
At the hour of my death.
For, when Jesus gave her this mysterious gift,
He bequeathed Christian humanity to her.
Your mother, O Lord, is all mine.
O Mother, please intercede for me.
In the palm of my hand, I see my rosary,
And, to me, its black beads are like seeds
That I toss up to Heaven with great hope.
What a marvelous miracle! Each Hail Mary will soon fall at the feet Of the Queen of the Heavens And my prayers in blossom will go gently Towards the Blessed Virgin with a sweet perfume. |
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