The thirteenth day a vision bright,
sweet lady clothed in brilliant light.
Requesting sacrifice and prayer
of three young children standing there.
Each sacrifice to make amends
for all man does that much offends.
“If you accede, your lives I’ll bless.”
The children smiled and answered “Yes”.
The thirteenth day, a promise made,
that they should never be afraid.
“Pray fervently for all who sin
so heaven’s gates will let them in.”
The children prayed both day and night
to soothe the anguish of man’s plight.
They suffered great indignity,
were scorned by those who could not see.
The thirteenth day a crowd drew near
some came in faith, some came to jeer.
The rain and mud could not erase
the grace upon each child’s young face.
The sun then danced upon the clouds
and started falling towards the crowds.
Those without faith ran in great fear,
while others healed as it drew near.
A century is soon to pass
since three young children knelt in grass.
Their faith preserved the hope of peace
though still our fighting will not cease.
I’ll be there on the thirteenth day
for all mankind and peace I’ll pray.
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