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Jun 2019
When I need your help the most,
It, Blessed Mother, give me.
Show me how to love your Son,
With a heart of real beauty.

Help me to be contented,
Living as God wants me to.
Help me to strive for heaven,
While holiness I pursue.

The loved ones who've passed away,
And have entered paradise,
Help me know how to get there,
With a heart loving and wise.

Mother, each day my life through,
Help me to be more like you.
Written by
joseph g schelling
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