Holy Mary
Draw through my heart
the sweetest arrow
of thy grace
Lift my sorrows
deepening shadow
so that I may
see Your face
I know I will
not be forsaken
Gently held in
Your embrace
Blessed Spirit
whispering softly
Cool the fires
of my shame
Even as I
run from your arms
My soul keeps calling
out Your name
You were always
right here inside each
tear of joy
every drop of rain.

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