Mother Mary, quite contrary

February 19

Mother Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
My soul to keep, my tears to reap,
In my garden help me sow

Seeds that bind, and help me find
The strength to ride to war.
We fight the beast, and at the least
We pray to know what death is for.

It's been so long, we forgot the song,
And tried to remember it in the dark.
We need the key, if not then we
Run this risk of shattered hearts.

But we have faith, and it is based
Upon the love that we have felt.
Sometimes the cards are fucking hard
But we must accept the hand we're dealt.

In all things your loving brings
Peace, charity, and hope.
Your love so pure that we are sure
That we will surely cope

With all our trials and all the while
We pray our prayers to you.
Thank you love. From up above
You watch over us in all we do.

Semper diligitis. Gratias tibi mater.

Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae.