V83: Our Lady of Knock

I come to Thee, my Mother,
to lay before Thy feet,
my fears, my hopes, my longings,
my bitter hours and sweat.
O take them Mother Mary,
and place them by God’s throne,
your hands will give them value,
they’re worthless on their own.
As I kneel before you,
speak to your Son for me,
though poor and small my offering,
I know ’tis dear to thee.
For you your Son at Cana,
changed water into wine,
the needs of bride and bridegroom,
were small compared to mine.
And so, my Mother Mary,
I lay before Thy feet,
my fears, my hopes, my longings,
my bitter hours and sweat.