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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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