Poetry

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O'MOTHER,holy and most kind,all things you help me
with and call to mind down through the years you
helped me overcome my fears,and now i feel at one
our lord and saviour,jesus,the lord your only son,
who saved mankind for all time,he has rescued us
all from sin and death,the kind that nobody can ever forget,as the mother of GOD'S OWN BLESSED SON,
and now the mother of each and everyone,i pray each
day for your graces all,until i come to departures
call,will avoid all falls that would deny my faith,
and thereby lose my eternal reward,for no entry past GOD'S HEAVENLY GATE,until am in that holy and graceful state. Joe.

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