Altar Guild's Mothers - Poem by Margaret Zamorano
No mother in the world
could be found so special and so dear,
as a mother from God's Alter, taking the role of an Alter Guild
God working in women to wash away the tears.
No one could be sweeter,
than a mother deep in prayer,
the reverence of God combing the air.
No one could be more deserving of God's good things,
as a mother building her house of heavenly things;
and no wish is more rewarding than,
God's gift as He departs it with your heart's desires.
Happy Mother's Day to the Mother 's of the Church
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