Mary’s Children

With bread and wine I offer You myself,
My joys as well as all my anguish, pain,
To be transformed, for in You all is gain
As Mary’s heart becomes my human wealth.
At altar, Mary’s heart’s my healing balm
As human nature–Yours from her–You give
To us in whom New Eve again here lives:
Through children sings she once again her psalm.
New Adam and New Eve new hearts beget
From Body of her womb on Cross made dead.
His Body, Blood to us their children fed
At table where at foot of Cross we met.
My one oblation to You is return
Of self:  Your children never shall be spurned.