Mother Of The Gentle

By mcscraic

Fri, 05 Feb 2016
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Mother Of The Gentle  - 
by Paul McCann
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Mother of the gentle 
hear my plea as I fall down on my knee ,
I am not guilty , stand by me ,

 

when they set out to punish me ,
give me prudence in my thoughts ,
so innocence will not be lost
and let truth be alive in me

 

 
 
Mother of the gentle
there is no other that I can turn to
help me please Gentle Mother
for there’s only you
and no other could do the things that you do .
 

 

 
Mother of the gentle 
 my head is bowed ,
how loud and angry are the proud ,
like the wind within a cloud
where rain can never be allowed
to gently fall upon the ground
where humble tongues make the sound
that softly echo through the maddening crowd ,
 

 

 
 
 Mother of the gentle
 show me how
and help me find a way somehow ,
to change the hearts and minds of those
and open eyes that have been closed ,
to see the beauty everywhere
and turn away from their anger
like the rain in the wind that blows .
 
 

 

 
 
Mother of the gentle
there is no other that I can turn to
help me please Gentle Mother
for there’s only you
and no other could do the things that you do .

 

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