The Light To the Cross
When my mind is crowded with problems
I take my rosary to the chapel with me
And I say my Hail Mary's
As quickly as can be.
Then when I am calm and I no longer think
Of what was troubling me
I stop and I take a breath
For at last I am problem free.
So then I thank my Blessed Mother
For I was truly lost
She became for me the Light
That led to the Cross.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2015
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