Our Lady at Lourdes

in the quiet of Lourdes, where the rivers flow.
A grotto stands still, where the Holy lightsglow.
The water drips from the rocks so pure and clear.
A touch of Blessing that echoes sincere.
St. Bernadette knelt, in her humble attire.
In visions of love, she'd never tire.
At six every evening, when shadows descend.
A candlelight vigil around our Madonna commenced.
So here in the grotto, where prayers intertwine.
The Rosery is said as deep faith enters our minds.
For the water that flows, and the love that we share.
Is a promise of healing, and a sign that you care.