Our Lady Mystical Rose of Argyle

Words of Mary

April 3, 2018

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I am making you a bed of roses upon which to lay your head

When the stones on this path cut your feet and slow your walk.

Their fragrance will envelop you, their petals will cushion you,

And their thorns will keep your enemies from reaching you.

I am your solace, your comfort, your Mother.

My bed of roses will make the world seem brighter

As you walk through the struggles and the trials of life.

Smell the roses. 

Sleep among them.

You are safe. 

You are loved.

All is well.