Mother Of The World Poem by Connie Vainavicz
Mother Of The World
Conceived was Jesus in your sinless womb
as Gabriel asked of you. Mother of the world we sing
sing to the mother of our King. You wept at His cross
where no one felt the loss.
His mission was complete
as He died at your feet. Let the church bells ring
ring for the mother of our King. Holy Mary we pray to you
we are the selected few
blessed, blessed are you.
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