Mother Of The Gentle

  Mother Of The Gentle  - 

by Paul McCann

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Mother of the gentle 

hear my plea as I fall down on my knee ,

I am not guilty , stand by me ,

when they set out to punish me ,

give me prudence in my thoughts ,

so innocence will not be lost

and let truth be alive in me

 

Mother of the gentle

there is no other that I can turn to

help me please Gentle Mother

for there’s only you

and no other could do the things that you do .

Mother of the gentle 

 my head is bowed ,

how loud and angry are the proud ,

like the wind within a cloud

where rain can never be allowed

to gently fall upon the ground

where humble tongues make the sound

that softly echo through the maddening crowd ,

 Mother of the gentle

 show me how

and help me find a way somehow ,

to change the hearts and minds of those

and open eyes that have been closed ,

to see the beauty everywhere

and turn away from their anger

like the rain in the wind that blows .

Mother of the gentle

there is no other that I can turn to

help me please Gentle Mother

for there’s only you

and no other could do the things that you do .