Immaculate Conception

To Mary Immaculate

O Lady, garbed in priestly white,
Hark to the prayer of thy humble knight.

Thou hast, an ever gracious queen,
Walked through my childhood days serene.

Thy mantle of the sky-blue gleam
Has somehow tinged my every dream.

Thy pale soft hands so strangely strong
Have gently guided me so long.

When deepest sorrows darked my road,
Thy love still like a beacon glowed.

Thy queenly kindness, mother-maid,
With gentle force has always swayed
My destiny…and so it be eternally.

Frederick M Lynk, SVD