As He gasped in agony,
Saying to you, “Woman,
Here’s your new family.
My sacrifice repaid the debt,
Now every child is free,
Adopted by My Father,
They are grafted on to Me.
As at Cana when you find,
That they’ve run short of wine
Bring then these sons and daughters
To me, O Mother mine
Keep them my dearest Mother,
Under your mantle blue,
These precious, little ones of mine,
I now entrust to you."
Myra D’Souza / 17.5.09
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