GUATAMALA MARY

GUATAMALA MARY Feb., 1966

By Lucille Matreci

She was a ray of sunshine

This little girl so rare

God thought He would like to put

This beauty in my care.

She’d walk around so dainty

She’d play with dolls so sweet

Whenever she was naughty

I’d spank her little feet.

She captured hearts around her

By charm and manner grand

And when there was work to do

She’d lend a graceful hand.

How did I’eer deserve her?

This one who is so true

She’s always there around to cheer

The  Lonely and the blue.

Here late she has tried to help

In her humble stately way

God’s poor, deprived and needy

To see the light of day.

Oh God – be kind and gentle

To one so kind as she

Help her to find her own grand place

Whereever it may be.

Don’t let this world surround her

With anything that’s gray

Let joy that she did give to us

Shine back on her, I pray.