“I’m sorry…Thank You” — a sacred start,
Words from Heaven that soften the heart,
Though small in sound, they echo deep,
Awakening love from sorrows sleep.
When hearts are bruised by careless wrong,
These simple words make spirits strong.
They bind the wounds we cannot see,
Restoring hope and unity.
We stumble, falter, unaware,
Yet Mother sees with perfect care.
Her gentle words, both firm and kind,
Brings peace to the heart, soul, and mind.
Through every tear, through every test,
Her words of truth bring quiet rest.
Mother teaches us to kneel, forgive —
To love, to trust, to truly live.
When we hurt each other so,
She speaks the grace we need to grow.
And with her light, we rise again,
Embraced by love that has no end.
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