In Bethlehem’s quiet, starlit night,
A mother cradled a sacred light.
Mary, chosen to bear a divine grace,
In her arms, love’s tender embrace.
A gentle soul, so pure and mild,
Mary, the mother of the holy child.
Her love, a beacon in the darkest hour,
A symbol of God’s mercy and power.
A guiding star in a world so dim,
Her faith unwavering, her heart a hymn.
She nurtured the Savior, God’s own plan,
With love and care, she raised the Son of Man.
In her eyes, a wisdom profound,
In her heart, a love that knew no bound.
Through trials and tribulations, she stood strong,
With grace, she faced every trial and wrong.
The light of Mary, a radiant glow,
In her love, the world would come to know.
A mother’s devotion, pure and true,
An eternal flame, forever renew.
From humble beginnings, a story unfolds,
The love of a mother, in history’s scrolls.
Mary, a symbol of love’s endless might,
Guiding us all towards the heavenly light.
