When i'm weary in the storm,
Your presence make me calm.
Like the tree with a firm stem,
You are my adobe in goodness and
gloom.
You are my cardiac rhythm,
Shelter i seek in thy bossom.
Thou glow like aurum,
Thou art My sweet winter blossom.
Thou art the synonym of love,♡
Sacred than the holy scroll.
By wisdom thou plough,
Making me a gentle soul.
Oh Mother!!!!!
Thou art my armour and sheath,
Thy Love makes me breathe.
The heavenly hands tethered,
You and me together.♡
(Savio).
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