Hymn to Mary

Holy Mary draw through my heart
the sweetest arrow of thy grace
Lift my sorrow’s deepening shadow,
so that I may see your face.
I know I will not be foresaken
Gently held in your embrace

Blessed spirit whispering softly,
cool the fires of my shame.
Even as I run from your arms
my soul keeps calling out your name.
You were always right here inside
each tear of joy every drop of rain