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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