by Teresa Baker-Carl
Twinkling like a beauteous star at night,
an amazing sparkle of golden light;
always filled up with generous love
she’s a beautiful blessing from up above.
She’s the Mother of mothers,
making us all sisters and brothers;
she’s the Queen of this world
and the next.
She longs for our love to be brought to the King;
to worship as our most honored Guest.
Hail, holy Queen, holy Mother of God,
we beg you to lead us on
to the foot of the Judge Who has a Heart crowned with thornes;
to the home where we yearn to belong.
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