In 1531, Our Lady appeared to Juan Diego, a poor Aztec Indian.
There he encountered a beautiful woman
"My dear little son, I love you.
I desire you to know who I am.
I am the ever-virgin Mary, Mother of the true God
He created all things. He is in all places.
I desire a church in this place where your people
All those who sincerely ask my help
Here I will see their tears; I will console them
So run now to Tenochtitlan
Juan immediately responded to Mary's request.
"My little son, there are many I could send.
She then told him to return the next day to the bishop
"My little son, am I not your Mother? Do not fear.
The Bishop shall have his sign.
Come back to this place tomorrow.
Only peace, my little son."
Unfortunately, Juan was not able to return to the hill the next day.
As he was passing, he found Mary waiting for him.
"Do not be distressed, my littlest son.
Am I not here with you who am your Mother?
Are you not under my shadow and protection?
Your uncle will not die at this time.
There is no reason for you to engage a priest,
for his health is restored at this moment.
He is quite well. Go to the top of the hill
and cut the flowers that are growing there.
Bring them then to me."
While it was freezing on the hillside,
She rearranged the roses and told him:
"My little son, this is the sign I am sending to the Bishop.
Tell him that with this sign I request his greatest efforts
to complete the church I desire in this place.
Show these flowers to no one else but the Bishop.
You are my trusted ambassador.
This time the Bishop will believe all you tell him."
Juan once again came before the bishop
But it wasn't the beautiful roses
The next day, after showing the Tilma at the Cathedral,
She told his uncle:
It is believed that the word Guadalupe
Within six years of this apparition,
The Aztecs had been practicing human sacrifice.
Since the time the tilma was first impressed
The image is inexplicable in its longevity
It can be seen today in a large cathedral in Mexico City
Holy Mother of God and of the Church,
You are the Woman clothed with the sun
So too did Herod seek to destroy your Son,
Mother of the Innocents, we praise God in you for His gifts
O Help of Christians, we beg you to protect all mothers
Holy Mother, we pray to your Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart
We also pray to your Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart
We desire that the innocent unborn children
Let there be revealed, once more, in the history of the world
O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary,
Our Lady of Guadalupe,
Protectress of the Unborn,
Virgin de Guadalupe
You are the fountain of my life
Maria, oh most merciful Mother
Here, in the crossing of your arms
You, are the Star of the Ocean
You, are the Dawn of a New Day