Blessed be the days, the years,
You spent upon the earth,
Engaged in little household chores
That seemed of no great worth.
Many were the meals you cooked
And placed before the Two,
The growing lad, our Jesus Lord,
And kind St. Joseph too.
Mending, sweeping, marketing,
The pots and pans – so clean!
No kitchen task beneath your love,
Although you were a Queen.
Come teach me Mother Mary,
In your sweet and gentle way
To sanctfiy my duty, and
the labor of the day.
O the Treasure bring you,
God’s peace and love divine,
To dwell in every heart and room,
Of this little home of mine!
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