O, Virgin of Guadalupe

O, Virgin of Guadalupe,
Our Mother of the Americas,
Lady of tender Grace,
Blooming roses in a winter place.

"Juan Diego, my faithful one,
Take the roses to the Bishop, son.
Before the Bishop, let the roses fall.
This is the proof of the Mother's Call."

"Holy Mother, my uncle's ill."
"Do not fear, I hold God's Will."
In that hour the uncle was cured.
The test for Diego would be endured.

"Tell the Bishop what I say.
Begin the temple for me today.
Upon the place where the roses grew,
The Virgin's Love will for all renew."

The cloth was opened and the Bishop knew.
The Virgin's words had all been true.
Amazing image of the Virgin fair,
Was imprinted on the tulma there.

Never fading, perfect and free,
The Holy Mother's there for me.
O, Lady of Guadalupe sweet,
We kneel with reverence at thy feet.

Mary Clarice McChrist
11/01

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