When I am at my worst,
Holy Mother, you are at your best,
Unbridled in love, unfathomable,
Sweet eternal kindness,
Salvific maternal compassion,

Dazed and staring, I cling,
Every fiber being undone,
Destructive, determined,
Hurtful, I dared to be someone,
An identity of my desperate doing,
Inferior and overly complex,
Submerged within sin,
Wounded, searching about the world,,
For years and years, I roamed,

Holy Mother, you never faltered,
When I curled up crying,
Saturated with tears, sweat and blood,
Fearful of my tendency toward filth,
You strengthened your presence,
A vision presenting,
Never judging, nor scolding,
Holding your mantle above,
Sheltering, allowing a refuge, a hideout,
Panting, I recognized,
What is love, and what is not,
What nurtures, and what does not,
Mother of Wisdom, patient teacher Divine,

A dream, I dream,
The hopeful moment in heaven,
I will be blessed to hear you sing,
Your melodious voice praising your Son,
To hear the Queen of Heaven glorify in song,
Overwhelming the angels,
Sounding out through eternity,
Saving souls.