Heal the wheat

Be anxious for nothing
Words so pure
Yet this can be an illness
Christ the cure
Don't be anxious
About anxiety
Be still
Come in piety

To blessed Mary
She loves you
See her wounds
For you
Kiss her crown
Her royal power
Satan be gone
Now this hour

Christ reign
In the weak
Despairing of life
Lift up the meek
Trample satan
Under their feet
Burn up the chaff
Heal the wheat