The Lord has given me the grace of having been formed, guided throughout my childhood and my youth by two priests, different certainly, but both so ardently so deeply priests… I had to store up graces for my whole life. life, and the Holy Spirit is there to help me refresh them…

We pick up piously for you
in the forest Saint Mary
A bunch of trembling lily of the valley
Pure as you, white as is
Your immaculate soul.

Without seeing them we can feel from a long way
The smell of flower bells
So I will go in my sorrow
Praying to you because always, Mary
You have consoled me.

In May when the leaf grows back,
May the lily of the valley open its flower,
All your children, very sweet mother
Bring you fervently
Their bouquets and their hearts.

With the scent of lily of the valley
Raise our prayer to you
We give you all, without regret,
Our entire harvest
Our Lady of Flowers.

The pearly bells of lily of the valley,
Round and white as well as pearls
Look like rosary beads
Whose white wave breaks
At the foot of your altar.

O Mother, offer everything to Jesus:
Our bouquets, our songs and ourselves;
So we will be well received
For Jesus loves whoever loves you,
Dear Mother from heaven!