Hymn to Mary
Holy Mary draw through my heart
The sweetest arrow of thy grace
Lift my sorrows deepening shadow
So that I may see Your face
I know I will not be forsaken
Gently held in your embrace

Blessed Spirit whispering softly
Cool the fires of my shame
Even as I run from your arms
My soul keeps calling out Your name
You were always right here inside
Each tear of joy every drop of rain