Against the mocking throng
You spoke for the voiceless
Against the wickeds song
Bernadette may God bless you
For all that you do
And May one day your enemies
Bow before you
They laughed and jeered
As they despised and rejected
Oh how the world hates
Those God has elected
So be brave
Warrior so meek
And continue to kiss
The unborns cheek
They need your voice
They want to live
May God exalt you
For all that you give
Bernadette one day
Children will say
Thank you dear lady
Praise your God Yahweh
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