You gazed in painful silence
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 onto 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 / 17:05:2009
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