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Mother, do you recall the days
when, in its purest shrine,
A tiny Heart, the Heart of God,
beat softly close to thine
With what sweet hope you waited for
the moment when would rest
The Infant Christ, the Lamb of God
upon your virgin breast?

O Mother blest, 'tis given me
to share your privileged role,
within me rests a tiny form,
a budding flower, a soul!
And I would learn, O Virgin Maid,
from gazing upon thee,
The greatness of the mission
that my God confides to me.

Thou from whose veins the Uncreated
flesh and Blood did take,
Thou on whose sinless bosom
the Eternal did awake,
Thou who once nourished at thy breast
Him Who gave life to thee,
Deign, in thy love, to share the joys
of motherhood with me.

Swiftly the days shall hasten on,
soon in my waiting arms,
Shall rest God's precious gift to me
in all its infant charm

  
 S.M.E.
  Sisters of the Precious Blood
   5400 Fort Hamilton Parkway
 Brooklyn, NY 11219-4037



                                                                                     

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