The Secret of the Rosary
Each day I leave my room
And walk on down the hall
'Til I reach the Chapel
With the Cross upon the wall.
As I enter I see Mary
Then Jesus on the Cross
I kneel to pray the rosary
Beginning with Her loss.
Each decade is said with love
Whether spoken fast or slow
Then I'll stop and ask for help
When I'm feeling low.
And when I'm weak and frightened
I ask for prayers of calm
So at the end of the rosary
My Mother makes me strong.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
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