OUR TRUE MOTHER

O Mary, now our Mother be
For nature is so cruel;
And, yet, we try to nature see
As mother of our rules.

We “Mother Nature” glibly say,
And see ourselves her sons,
But fittest will survive her way:
The bone for toughest one.

Yet, stirring in us way down deep,
A thing not nature born,
And Mother Nature cannot keep
Our hearts from in us yearn.

We yearn to find a Mother who
Will hold us in her lap,
Will dry our tears and teach us, too–
With Father close the gap.

Our Father’s Son came unto her
On Holy Spirit’s breath;
Through her to us He came to care,
Save us from nature’s death.

And now our Mother is assumed
To side of her First-Born;
From Father’s house in His throne-room
She comforts all who mourn.

O, Mother Mary, thank you so
For your true Mother’s part;
Both now and when we heaven go,
You give us all your heart.