My First Real Encounter With Our Lady

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.