To The Blessed Mother

With chains of roses,
We gather before thee;
O Blessed Mother,
Queen of the Most Holy Rosary!

Fresh as the dawn art thy face,
Thy mantle - dazzlingly white;
Thou enfold us all
With radiance of  heavenly light.

Mother of pure heart,
Mother most divine;
Hear, oh hear us,
Poor children of thine.

Mother of Christ,
Mother of all;
Embrace us with thy love
And keep us from the fall.

May we faithfully seek
The way to thy Son,
With thee leading us
And to the Father and Spirit as one.

         Amen . . .

            VIVA AVE MARIA!

By: Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon

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