A lady crowned with sheer purity,
Exhibits charm in her every picture I see,
Born and raised in utter humility,
She's one of a kind, she's Mary.
How does it feel to be on your shoes?
How is it being a mother of a God?
You just had the greatest oppurtunity,
That any woman on Earth can have.
Oh, how greatful you might be
For you've been chosen
By Him, the Father Almighy
To be the mother of the Great Son
You are the perfect embodiment,
Of goodness and beauty,
A splendid instrument,
Of love, trust and loyalty.
Oh Mary, conceived free from stain,
With your gilded heart, take me away from pain.
Oh Mary, preserved from original sin,
With your immaculate soul, embrace my weak side within.
