Listen to me, my Lady,
be with me and my heartache.
Hear my cry for help,
my Queen and my Mother,
answer my prayer.
I turn to you when I awake;
in the morning I ask you
in joyous expectation not a demanding one.
You are present always in all ways; and
the disruptive cannot dwell with you.
The arrogant cannot stand in your light;
you hate the selfish.
The willful are not welcomed by you;
you loathe liars
I am a sinner and ask for your mercy,
I know that you hold nothing against me; and
keep me close to you,
In reverence I genuflect before you
lead me, my Lady, and give me justice;
let not my enemies prevail,
Make straight your way; make smooth your path.
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