Mother Brother Sister
Could Son-God be free with no fruition of his mission?
His only ease was his heart-to-heart talk with the Father.
A realm filled with divinely moved people was his vision.
The vicissitudes of worldly ways he didn't bother?
Who's a mother? Is she the one who gives birth to someone?
Isn't she a selfless person who makes sacrifices?
Who's a brother or sister? Aren’t they with threads of love spun?
Towards upright deeds, are they, at any time, cowardice?
Mother Mary was poor, pure, patient, humble, and faithful.
She's more luminous than the luminescent galaxy.
Her nature towards each being had always been graceful.
She was full of compassion. There's, in her, no fallacy.
Be like Mary. Jesus was glad to tell this to the crowd.
Of his benevolent mother, Jesus was always proud.
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