'Lord, if You had been here, '
Mary Magdalen cried.
'Lord, if You had been here
Lazaraus would not have died.'
What do you see, kids, what do you see?
Are you thinking when you are looking at me...
A crabby old woman, not very wise
Uncertain of habit with faraway eyes.
Angel of God, my guardian dear
To whom God's love commits me here
Ever this day be at my side
To light and guard, to rule and guide. Amen
Mary had a little lamb
She chopped it into pieces
Then changed the famous Mary rhyme:
‘I don’t know where yer fleece is.’
I have used this poem for many years as an ongoing French lesson. Little by little I have learned to understand it and one day I hope to translate it thoroughly! It is so beautiful.
Je t’aime pour toutes les femmes que je n’ai pas connues