Welcome to

Lovely Lady Dressed in Blue

Lovely Lady dressed in blue-
Teach me how to pray!
God was just your little boy,
Tell me what to say!

Did you lift Him up, sometimes,
Gently on your knee?
Did you sing to Him the way
Mother does to me?

Did you hold His hand at night?
Did you ever try
Telling stories of the world?
O! And did He cry?

Do you really think He cares
If I tell Him things-
Little things that happen? And
Do the Angels' wings

Make a noise? And can He hear
Me if I speak low?
Does He understand me now?
Tell me- for you know?

Lovely Lady dressed in blue-
Teach me how to pray!
God was just your little boy,
And you know the way.

Listen To Me

"Abandoning the Mother is but one step from abandoning the Son."

Just stop a while and listen to Me;
I have a question to ask of thee -
Why are you ignoring My Mother?

I chose Her to be My very Own
And greater perfection was never known
Why are you ignoring My Mother?

I was born through Her so we all would be
Spiritual members of one family
Why are you ignoring My Mother?

I've sent Her to you with a message divine
Not once or twice, but many a time
And still you're ignoring My Mother!

Like a wreath of graces Her Rosary she's given
To her loving children as a key to heaven
And still you're ignoring My Mother!

She came with My message to LaSalette
But those requests have not been met
Why are you ignoring My Mother?

I sent Her again, to the cave at Lourdes
But just as before you spurned Her words
Why are you ignoring My Mother?

To the fields of Fatima again She came
For prayers and sacrifice in Her Son's Name
and still you're ignoring My Mother?

I sent Her to earth from heaven above
so you would give Her your honor and love
And still you're ignoring My Mother!

When you ignore My Mother you ignore Her Son
Because to Me, She's the dearest one!
Why are you ignoring My Mother?

You'd better amend and do not tarry
The ideal way to Jesus, is Mary!
So please stop ignoring My Mother!

Her Son
-By Joyce Folsom Johnson

While pregnant with her son
Beneath her heart within,
She'd often feel his hands
Moving inside her skin.

He'd stretch his arm and hand
And push out on her side
She'd lovingly push it back
With a smile so sweet and wide.

She could hardly wait
For his upcoming birth
To touch his tiny hands
And welcome him to earth.

Then it finally came,
The night that he was born.
With joy she couldn't contain,
She held him until morn.

She explored his tiny fingers.
She counted all his toes.
She wanted to get to know him,
His ears, his cheeks, his nose.

The wonder of it all,
At this new baby boy!
She could not hold back.
She wept with tears of joy.

She touched his tiny hand,
A miniature of her own.
He squeezed it tight on her finger.
Such joy she had never known!

The time passed and he grew.
As a toddler, it was grand
To walk along and hold
His fleshy little hand.

She taught him many things.
Together they spent hours.
She'd take his little hand
And touch it to a flower.

When she would hold him close,
He soon developed the knack
Of hugging her 'round the neck,
His tiny hand patting her back.

As her son grew older,
His young hands also grew.
He learned many ways to use them.
Each day brought something new.

She helped him learn to read.
She helped him learn to write.
Then, as the day was ending,
She'd pray with him at night.

He learned to use a hammer
With which to drive a nail.
He'd sometimes strike his finger
And let out quite a wail!

Her son continued growing
And soon became a man.
She loved him just as much
As when his life began.

His hands were now full grown,
So strong, yet tender, when
He, with deep compassion,
Comforted a friend.

She was extremely grateful
When his hands would fold;
And bowing his head in prayer,
To his Father in Heaven he'd hold.

As the years flew swiftly by,
She watched her son with pride,
His strong but gentle arms
And hands there at his side.

Then she thought her life was over.
She suffered unspeakable loss
When her son's beloved hands
Were nailed to a wooden cross...

But that was just the beginning.
For he died and rose again.
Her sorrow then was ended,
And joy replaced her pain.

For, you see, her son was Jesus,
God coming to earth as man,
To save us from our sins
According to His plan.

More poetry
Click here

Psalms of Praise to God
Click here

 This page is devoted to Our Blessed Mother . She is the mother of God and with that comes many graces she received from God during her life here on earth and which she may, by the Will of Her Divine Son, give to us now. Jesus, Our Lord, loved her completely and He is giving her to us. God, Our Father, who has willed that Mary be the mother of His Son Jesus, endowed the Heart of Mary with His Goodness, His Mercy, His infinite Love, so that this Divine Mother could in her turn fashion Jesus and all of us that were there then and that came later.
In this Maternal Heart, all people can find solace, help and nourishment for their spiritual life. For She is truly the Mother of all believers who, through Holy Baptism, are united to the Mystical Body of Christ and She continually engenders to the Life of Grace all of us. She is a Mother, all grandeur and majesty, who ceaselessly gives life to new creatures destined to be born to eternal life; and, as an example of the most diligent and the best of mothers, does not neglect any care for these people for whom She feels responsible and towards whom She harbours the greatest tenderness.
She loves with an immeasurable love all "Her children" of the world, without preference, even if to some She gives special and extraordinary graces. She gives gifts to some of Her children in order that all may benefit from them and always in view of eternal life. She wants to be close to each of us, in an invisible but real manner, in order to assist us and to help Her Son lead us to an eternal home.

Dear Mother of God
The Seven Dolors of Mary
The Memorare
The Magnificant

For your sorrows

Dear Mother of God, Blessed Mother, hold me to your breast. Give me the grace to complete this journey. I venerate your sorrows as I ask you with filial confidence to hold my sorrows in your wounded heart, O Blessed Mother. You, who witnessed the agony of your dying Son, I beseech you to hold my sorrows and ask your Son to keep them in the sanctuary of His Most Sacred Passion.

The Seven Dolors of Mary

1.The prophecy of Simeon.
2.The flight into Egypt.
3.The loss of the Child Jesus in the Temple.
5.Mary meeting Jesus carrying His Cross.
6.The Crucifixion.
7.Mary receiving the Body of Jesus from the Cross.
8.The Body of Jesus being placed in the tomb.


Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary,
that never was it known
that any one who fled to thy protection,
implored thy help or sought thy intercession,
was left unaided.
Inspired with this confidence,
I fly unto thee,
O Virgin of virgins my Mother;
to thee do I come,
before thee I stand,
sinful and sorrowful;
O Mother of they Word Incarnate,
despise not my petitions,
but in thy clemency hear and answer me.
The Magnificat (Canticle of Mary)
+ My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, my spirit rejoices in God my Savior; for He has looked with favor on His lowly servant From this day all generations shall call me blessed. The Almighty has done great things for me, and holy is His Name He has mercy on those who fear Him in every generation. He has shown the strength of His arm, He has scattered the proud in their conceit. He has cast down the mighty from their thrones, and has lifted up the lowly. He has filled the hungry with good things, and the rich He has sent away empty. He has come to the help of His servant Israel for He has remembered His promise of mercy, the promise He made to our fathers, to Abraham and his children forever. Amen.

Thanks so much for visiting my page. I hope this page brought some peace to your hectic schedule. Please write to me with any questions you may have and God Bless.

My Other Mary Pages
Our Lady of Fatima Prayers
 Miraculous Medal Prayers
Our Lady of Lourdes Prayers
Our Lady of Mt Carmel Prayers
Our Lady of Guadelupe Prayers
Our Lady of Akita Prayers
Our Lady of La Salette
Lady of all Nations Prayers

                                                                                      More prayers and novenas
Prayers, Novenas, Litanies and Chaplets
Go back to:


This site address: