Mary Sullivan

Here comes our God,

He comes with vindication,

He comes forth to save us all,

To grant us all salvation.

 

We will see in all His majesty,

The splendor of the Lord,

The Lord who is Almighty,

The Lord we have adored.

 

Parched lives will give birth to joy,

When hearts can but make room,

For our Lord to enter.

Then barren lives will bloom.

 

May loved ones’ lives prepare to bloom,

Bloom with many flowers.

May those we love, grow in faith.

At this decisive hour.

 

May feeble hands be made strong.

Firm be made the knees, now weak,

May it be Your heart, our loved ones look to,

Your will, our loved ones seek.

 

Eyes once blinded by grave errors,

By the dark stain of sin,

May they now see the truth,

Through truth, Your victory win.

 

Sin owns not the final word—

Nor is it the last story.

May wounded hearts, once slain by sin,

Be healed for Your glory.  Amen +

Dear Lady of Guadalupe,

We ask of you this day,

Touch with grace, our loved ones’ hearts.

They’re lost and gone astray.

 

As you converted millions

And brought them to your Son.

Make haste, convert our loved ones,

That Christ’s victory may be won.

 

A miracle is what we need,

Like that on Tepeyac Hill.

Your Son can do miracles,

Restless hearts He stills.

 

Stay close dear Blessed Mother,

Do not from them depart,

As flowers bloomed in winter,

Help Christ’s love bloom in their hearts.

 

Heal their souls Dear Mother,

Help them know God’s love.

Send graces Blessed Mother.

Send help from above.

 

Let God’s light shine upon them,

From His majestic throne.

Protect them Blessed Mother.

Bring each of our loved ones home.

 

 

 

 

As written in Isaiah;

Heralding the Messiah,

A message came from John,

the son of Zachariah:

 

“Prepare the way of the Lord,”

make a path that’s straight,

That the Lord may enter hearts,

And we enter heaven’s gate.

 

Dear Jesus may we make a way,

In our hearts for You.

May we make a straight path.

Enter our hearts anew.

 

Fill the emptiness within.

Bring low, mountains of pride.

May we prepare, a way for You.

In us, may You abide.

 

Dear Jesus, smooth the rough ways

Which have left our loved ones shaken.

Make straight the crooked, winding roads,

Loved ones so oft have taken.

 

Open eyes, may they now see

They too must make a way,

For You to enter in their hearts,

As You come on Christmas day.

 

May we repent of all our sins;

Hope for heavenly rewards.

With John, may we too cry out:

“Prepare the way of the Lord.”

 

 

Jesus was walking by the sea, that sea of Galilee

He went up a mountain.  Him, great crowds came up to see.

They brought the lame.  They brought the blind.  And they brought the mute.

They brought those who were deformed, of this there’s no refute.

 

The crowds then did a humble thing, with not thought of defeat;

They placed the souls who suffered, at Christ’s holy feet.

All became amazed when they saw the blind could see,

The deformed were made whole.  Could this really be?

 

The lame now walked.  The mute began to speak,

This was all done by Jesus, who was so mild and so meek,

When great crowds laid the suffering, at our Lord’s blessed feet.

 

Now Jesus didn’t want to send the hungry crowds away,

Or all the souls whom He had healed on that miraculous day,

Christ told the crowd, upon the ground, they should take a seat.

For three long days they’d been there, now had nothing to eat.

 

He cared that on their way home, from hunger they’d collapse.

So many days had passed. So much time elapsed.

The disciples asked a question: and asked it out aloud:

“Where could we ever get enough bread to feed such a crowd?”

 

Christ’s heart was touched, the truth is that His heart was moved with pity.

This deserted place had no food; and with food, no close-by city.

Christ asked His disciples: How many loaves have you?

They said that they had seven loaves, and just a few fish too.

 

He took the loaves and fishes, and then with hope He spoke

Words of thanks to the Father, and the bread He broke.

He gave to the disciples, the loaves and the fish.

The disciples gave them to the crowd, satisfied, for food, their wish.

 

The disciples gathered fragments, a gift straight up from heaven.

Baskets left of fragments; they numbered up to seven.

Jesus, we come before You, our Lord, so merciful and meek

We give to You our loved ones; humbly place them at your feet.

 

As you healed those in the crowd so very long ago.

We pray that on our loved ones, healing You might bestow.

Heal our loved ones of the wounds, over which they weep.

Only You can heal them Jesus, from wounds which go so deep.

 

Wounded they are blind, and deaf to Your ways.

Wounds have made it hard to follow You, for all their lifelong days.

It’s crippled them from righteous walking, made it tough to be converted.

They’re lacking food from heaven, like a barren land deserted.

 

Jesus, we give thanks, as You did, before You broke the bread.

We beg You raise our loved ones’ souls, to life from the dead.

Have mercy on us, Jesus, so great has been the fall.

We beg You, Christ, have mercy.  Have mercy on us all.

 

(Based on Matt. 15:29-37)

From Jesse’s stump, a root shall sprout.

This was our promise.  With no doubt,

A bud shall blossom from these roots.

A bud that was to bear much fruit.

 

Upon Him shall rest, the Lord’s Spirit.

Let all believe.  May all now hear it.

A spirit of council, a spirit strong,

a spirit we worship, now in song.

 

He would to us wisdom bring,

He would understand all things.

He would lead in perseverance.

He would judge, not by appearance.

 

May loved ones flee all that deceive.

May their hearts at last believe.

Christ born, the victory to win.

Christ came to save us from our sins.

 

For our loved ones, may justice flourish,

Fullness of peace be now cherished,

Lord, grant our loved ones a clear sight.

Come now, Lord Jesus.  Set all things right.

(Based on Is. 11:1-10)