Dear st.Mary
I never feel shy when I call your name
I said st.Mary proudly because you are fame
That is your name which helps me in my activities
I am appreciating you and your son, please deliver to him
When an enemy comes and refuses me
When he want to let down me
When I call yours and your son’s name
Be by my side and beg salvation for my shame
Pray for me mother, I need your help surely
For my endless demands beg me a supply
Save my life through your prayer
Beg for me to your dear son which is the lawyer
As you are the one who can carry the Christ in her womb
So beg me your son to make me smart enough undolt
For the omniscient son of yours, my dear mother
Ask him peace for the earth, let he give us faster
poem by Luwi Habte
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