Closer to God

Oh, Mother most holy.
Oh, Mother most pure.
Oh, Mother most chaste.
I see you walk through fields of dainty flowers.
With a crown of roses without any thorns.
Who can I credit, for such a miraculous crown?
Oh, St. Francis of Assisi, it is you who succumbed to so many temptations.
Yet chose to do God’s will, by jumping into rose bushes.
God changed the thorns to roses in His mercy divine.
You taught me to grow closer to my Creator and made such a crown, for my mother most sweet.
Oh, Mother most lovely.
Oh, Mother my dear.
Oh, Mother incarnate.
How beautiful is your garment?
Who can I credit, for such a beautiful vestment?
Oh, St. Clare most kind, you cared and you cared.
To take care of St. Francis and everyone around.
You trusted in God’s providence, even when it was hard.
You made beautiful garments like the one on Mother Mary.
Thank you dear saints for bringing me closer;
To my Creator Blessed.