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The Little Way Stands


When saints faces

Don’t have enough graces

To comfort me

Or carry me through


Cry out to Mary

She understands

Mother of God

It’s in your hands


But still–

Mad at free will


Not even a scrape

For unfair demands

The Little Way stands

Flowers in her hands…

Written by Kelsey Collister



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