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The Coronation of the BVM
In the sky a sign appeared. A woman clothed with the sun.
The moon beneath her feet and on her crown twelve stars.
A woman to revere. Mother of God’s only Son.
Gentle Virgin, sweet, Intercessor of our hearts.
Queen of Heaven, Queen of Angels, Queen of all the Earth,
Who to the Lord gave glory, and to His Son gave birth,
You followed on His way even to His very death.
Pray for us this moment and at our final breath.
The Queen, as always, stands arrayed in the finest gold,
At the right hand of the King, Whose throne will last forever.
She did as He commands, His handmaid to behold.
She points to Him in everything and disobeys Him never.
The Father’s faithful daughter, the mother of the Son,
Overshadowed by the Spirit, God’s will is always done.
An example to us all of faithfulness supreme
Humbly crowned in glory as our Queen.
Copyright ©
Stephen Tefft
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