Mother

To the almost holy Mother, I dare to raise my voice, Washing my face with tears. Hear me in this sorrowful hour. Receive my fervent prayers. Deliver my spirit from troubles and evils. Pour tenderness into my heart. Guide me on the path of salvation. Let me be devoid of my own will, Ready to endure everything for God. Be my shelter In my bitter fate. Do not let me die In Sorrow. You are the refuge of the poor. You are the intercessor for us all. Protect me when I hear the terrible judgment of God. When He turns and He closes time, The trumpet will raise the dead, And the book of my conscience will reveal the Burden Of my sins. You are the wall of the faithful, The protection. I pray to you with all my heart. Save me, My comfort. Have mercy on me.