We are made loveless by our possessions
–Saint Elizabeth of Hungary
Jesus, Lord of Mercy,
In heaven up above,
Show to us the best way,
to give to others, love.
Help us let go of all the things
Which only weigh us down.
Help us focus more on You,
And Your eternal crown.
So much stuff we have collected,
With such stuff we are bedecked.
Our stuff is like an albatross,
Hung around our necks.
Let us detach from possessions,
From anger and resentment.
Help us detach from any block
to knowing Your contentment.
Loved ones led to evil;
Help us to forgive.
So that in peace, and in hope,
In Your love we may live.
Jesus, help our sons and daughters,
detach from their possessions
May You be their source of peace,
The answer to their questions.
Help them detach from unforgiveness,
From all the hurts, and things they do,
Which block them from Your will.
Which stop them from loving You.
Free them to seek Your holy will
To find the righteous way,
Jesus, help our lost loved ones
Trust in You today.
“The saints did not all begin well; but they all ended well.” (St. John Vianney)
One need not be a perfect soul, to one day be a saint.
Many saintly souls once had lives of little self-restraint.
Forgive us now, dear Lord, for the times when we were blind.
For the times when we offended You, left sanctity behind.
Put us on the narrow path, which leads to life abundant.
Keep our feet upon this path, our minds off sins redundant.
May all we say, and all we think, and all the things we do,
Be said and thought and done, in a way that pleases You.
Some of our sons and daughters, now march as if abducted,
Along a path of willful sin, where pure love is destructed.
In sync with fallen culture, its depraved, degrading drum,
Of sin they seem oblivious. To sin, they now seem numb.
The enemy has launched on those we love a dangerous attack.
Lord, mine the demons from their souls. Hold the demons back.
Send holy saints to help them, from every saintly region.
Send angels and archangels, send multitudes of angel Legions!
Make haste, send aid, dear loving Lord, to this earthly land of sorrow,
We beg Thee, Lord, do this today. Wait not until tomorrow.
Make the devils powerless. Their havoc, now dispel.
Dispatch the devils from this land. Send them back to hell.
May we now, with those we love, lift our crosses with You,
To be victor in this battle, there are things we need to do.
May we don our Godly armor, bravely stand our royal ground.
In every word we speak henceforth, may truth alone be found.
Let no one steal the truth from us, thus leaving us debased.
May truth be buckled firmly, and secure around our waists.
May righteousness protect our hearts from every evil and all greed.
Righteousness is the breastplate, of which, we are in need.
With feet now, forever shod, in scriptures of peace,
May arguments, hostilities in our lives now cease.
May we live the faith. May faith we humbly acclaim.
May our holy shield of faith, extinguish every evil flame.
May thinking of our final end, inspire penance and oblation.
The helmet which protects our minds, is truth of our salvation
May love of Thy Holy Word, be our heartfelt goal.
Thy Word is the sword, which plunged forth, can pierce the hardened soul.
O Lord, we are imperfect. Yet we strive to lift this cross.
We beg You, Lord, for mercy. Save loved ones on high waves tossed.
Receive our sacrifices. We offer them without complaint.
One day, may we greet loved ones, in paradise, as fellow saints.
Amen+
A mighty God we serve—this much we know is true.
When Amalek waged war, God showed Moses what to do.
When Moses’ hands were raised in prayer, enemies had no chance.
But if his hands were lowered, the enemy advanced.
We faithful friends united form a prayer army each day,
Through our united prayers we keep the evil one at bay,
We think some things are bad, but what we cannot see:
Without our constant praying, how much worse some things would be.
Our God is rich in mercy. He feels the pain we feel.
Performing mighty miracles—when did Christ fail to heal?
He healed the paralytic whom friends lowered through the roof,
Jesus healed the lepers—of this there’s ample proof.
He healed the daughter of Jairus, whom all forsook as dead,
She came to life. “Little girl, I say to you, get up” is what He said.
He healed the demon-possessed-daughter—who but Jesus could foresee
This mom would beg mercy; and cry out: “Lord, help me.”
The disciples urged: “send her away.” She had that Canaan label.
With faith, she persevered and said: “even… dogs eat from their Master’s table.”
Many pressing on Him, many voices getting loud,
with just her touch He healed the woman in the crowd.
He healed the blind. He healed the mute. He healed the boy possessed.
Do we believe that somehow God for us would do less?
The truth is Christ healed everyone who came forth in faith to ask.
Not one soul did He miss, from the first until the last.
When we go before our Master, when on humbled knees we kneel,
Can we see we serve a God who answers prayer and longs to heal?
We can persevere, like the widow with the judge unjust.
The Lord hears our every prayer. In Jesus, we can trust.
Every time we look at the Blessed Sacrament our place in heaven is raised forever.
(Saint Gertrude the Great)
Lord Jesus, may we seek You in this Sacrament of love.
Your Divinity is present there—Your Body, Soul and Blood.
May we visit You more often, share all that’s old and new.
As if You didn’t know, all we say and think and do.
May we pour out all our troubles, as our minds to You we raise.
And may we not forget to give to You, all thanks and all praise.
Be our best companion. Be our confidant.
Be our source of strength and protect us from all want.
Father, our sons and daughters, are lost and gone astray.
Send them Your Holy Spirit. Lead them back to Christ this day.
Inspire them to seek Your Son, in this Sacrament Divine.
May they know, He waits for them, with a peace sublime.
May they find Christ truly present. May they feel His arms of love,
Giving hope and comfort, kindness from up above.
O dear Holy Spirit blessed, we ask You now to bring
All of our sons and daughters, to bow before our King.
In this Sacrament most holy, this source of grace for our salvation,
Holy Spirit lead us all to our Lord, in Adoration.
Posted: March 8, 2025 · Leave a Comment
MAY WE LIFT THIS CROSS TODAY
If any man would come after me,
Let him deny himself,
And take up his cross daily
And follow me. (Luke 9:23)
As we seek, to ourselves, now die,
Don’t leave us Lord. Hear our cry!
Be with us. Beside us stay,
As we lift this heavy cross today.
May what we suffer, be the Way,
Our burden borne, the price we pay,
A stepping-stone to heaven’s glory,
A gift to You, a pure love story.
Our hearts grieve, with so much pain.
Yet joy seeps in, then grows and reigns.
From grief, our hearts become unchained,
Our crosses can become our gain.
Grief is fertile ground for flowers,
which bloom full in warming springtime hours.
In agony, and grief we mourn.
Then glory from our grief is borne.
For this cross, today we’re destined.
Let’s lift our crosses, drop our questions.
Carry them for love of You.
As loyal soldiers ought to do.
Sweet Jesus, help our loved ones too.
To lift their cross, for love of You;
Seek Your truth, find Your Way.
Help them pick up their cross each day.
May sin in loved ones be destroyed.
Through this cross, loved ones find joy.
May their wounds begin to mend,
Win heaven’s glory, in the end.
May we, our own selves deny,
in all we say and all we do.
May we lift our crosses high,
And henceforth seek to follow You.