In this fallow land
My debts rise up
To harass

Having no way
Of paying

She becomes
The Tent of Meeting
With our Savoiur

Bowing in Adoration
Of Him
Protecting me

It is a serene enfolding
Peace filled sanctuary

I am all yours
Mother of Christ
Mother of the world

My Mother

In Him who cancels
Every burden of debt
For the poverty stricken soul

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