Ah, Sweet Lady with grace embued,
I heard you saw a great vision
that all mankind would be renewed,
all thought as impossile dream.
Scoffers gossiped, "You the liar
wandering in your desert bloomed
with dust storms of imagined desire,
which none but you would have presumed."
Sweet Lady, hold your head up high,
you the predestined Lady Eve;
All the world is drunk on the rye
made by the one of Great Decieve.
Wander, my Lady,amongst the thorns
that cacti use to catch their prey;
it is you with grace's adorns
to keep you safe from words' dismay.
Keep your vision of The Good News
safe within your heart of great love;
it is the world deceived by a ruse
that nothing good drops from above.
Go you into the marketplace,
buy nothing that would make you sway
from your pure and naked born grace;
you have within The Only Way.
Your dream will prove in years to come
that you have born a Perfect Bloom,
The Seed of Truth,that prophets drumed
their songs of souls given perfume.
Behold, The Immaculate One,
Mother of The Water's Divide,
The One and Only Saving Son
who with His people would aide.
O, Gracious One by Mighty Hand ,
your Son has crowned you Heaven's Queen
and gives you a mission, grand,
to bring all pleas for Him to preen (anoint).
Ah, Co-redemptress, hear our pleas,
direct them to God's Only Son;
He takes our souls and with love frees
us to receive redemption won.