Mary and the Dream
A mystical personage, a beautiful maiden,
Don Bosco encountered in his dream,
Wondrously she stood upon the field,
Pure glory was the scene.
The wild beasts were
changed to innocent lambs,
Frisking and bumping one
another;
A command she gave, his
mission was laid.
“But what does it mean
dear mother?”
“Impossible things why do you ask of me?”
“Faith, my child, have faith.
You needn’t worry ‘bout the trials and failures
For wood must be shaped with a lathe.”
“Have
faith in Jesus and Mary,
And
you’ll know what miracles are.”
Don’t
be too concerned ‘bout the cold, dark night
Keep
your eyes fixed on the star.
Like Mary in humble and trusting obedience,
Live the faith expressed in giving.
Like Don Bosco practice, defend and uphold it,
A faith that is shown in living.
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