The Mother of the Saint
Source of blessing our best present
Because of all the misery which is raining
That is why we are waiting for your coming
The ruined away peace to get it back
To the sin community to leave it blank
We are waiting for your blessed coming
With your Son in front You will shine
We went to the vacant river
With full trust but acting like never
Dear St.Mary our Dearest Mother
Come bless us until the up and over
Sin rains from us over all
Nasty faces each and all
Come our Mother beg for our salvation
The mercy is from Your Son, The master of Heaven
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mary cried to form river Jordan by her tears, because of what is happening now on her beautiful land. thanks for sharing