Mary Sullivan

Our hearts are always with them; our hearts are never far.

Our hearts can’t ever leave them; no matter where they are.

No need to even wonder, no need to question why;

For the simple truth is that our love for them can’t die.

Every step we make in life, and even our next move,

Is often just a step toward what we think is love and truth.

We all can be mistaken, in what we think is true,

There is not one among us who can’t be tricked in what we do.

Feelings often change, like the daily weather.

Feelings can lead us toward some things which do not make us better.

For feelings can be fickle and lead us all astray.

Feelings can deceive each one of us, at any time of day.

To let our feelings rule our lives, sometimes we all are faulted.

Sad to say, in life today, feelings are exalted.

Lord, help those we love to find a path, find another way.

Help them seek the truth, which leads to the light of day.

They think it’s crazy doctrine, or a bunch of rules we give,

Lord, help them see it’s You Who came to teach us how to live.

You came to bring us true love, extend to each one mercy.

You came to show us the truth, to settle controversy.

We are Your humble creatures.  You are our Creator.

You O Lord love us most. But You are no dictator.

May loved ones stop to listen, follow what You have to say,

Then when the storms come in their lives, they won’t be swept away.

Protect and defend them, Lord.  The demons, now please slay.

Be to loved ones, humble strength, which helps them through each day.

Guide us to embrace Your love.  Send to us a new leaven,

To raise our minds to truth this day; our souls one day to heaven.

Dear Lord, may we seek You

in the places You are found.

In the Scriptures may we seek You,

where Your Word and truth abound.

May we seek You in those places

Where You are in our midst.

In the source and summit of our lives,

The Most Holy Eucharist.

We cry out for mercy, Lord.

Knowing You are near.

You care for us and love us.

Of You we need not fear.

Your ways are not our ways, Lord.

Your thoughts are not our thoughts.

May we and all our loved ones know

Our wills have led to naught.

Heavens so high above the earth,

Your ways above ours too.

May we seek Your holy will, Lord,

In all we think and say and do.

Our Lady of the Rosary, our true and loving Queen,

You see from heaven many things, which to us are unseen.

To the weapon of your rosary, may we in haste now run.

For through the holy Rosary, this battle can be won.

There’s a battle waging, Mary.  It’s not fought with swords and guns.

It’s a battle for the human soul.  At times we feel outdone.

Yet with your holy rosary, as we lift our prayers to you,

You can crush the enemy.  We trust that is what you will do.

Our Lady of the Rosary, we ask of you this day.

Make haste now to our loved ones.  Keep all evil at bay.

Touch their hearts now, Mary.  As our rosaries we pray.

Bring them back to Jesus, back to His love today.

Our Lady of the Most Holy Rosary, pray for us and for those we love.

Zechariah and Elizabeth, both righteous in God’s eyes,

Observed the commandments, were advanced in years, and wise.

Through all their days of marriage, for a child they had longed.

But Elizabeth was barren.  Not one child had she borne.

Inside the sanctuary, incense had begun to burn.

Zechariah saw an angel.  Something great he was to learn.

The angel said of fear, he ought to have none.

His prayer had been heard by God.  His wife would bear a son.

His son would be great.  So said the angel’s voice.

His son was to be named John. At his birth, many would rejoice.

Because of him, many hearts, for the Lord would yearn.

Through him many souls, to the Lord would turn.

He would drink no strong drink.  Nor would he drink of wine.

All these things would be fulfilled, in their proper time.

Lord, help us honor Your commands, let us make haste to pray.

Your time may not be our time.  In Your timing we trust today.

Our loved ones belong to You.  In Your time they will flower,

Until then, we persevere.  We pray through each passing hour.

We wait, like Zechariah. Our patience is a must.

Your time is not our time, Lord.  In You, we place our trust.

Zechariah waited prayerfully for the birth of His Son.

We pray for a new birth in Christ for each of our loved ones.

I lay this sorrow, Lord, at the foot of Your cross.

Yet another sorrow come my way, yet another loss.

I unite this sorrow to that suffering which You Yourself endured.

Unite it to Your sweating blood in Gethsemane, my dear Lord.

I unite this sorrow to the scourging by which your skin was shred,

I unite it to the thorns which pierced your badly bloodied head.

I unite this sorrow to the cross which was so bravely by You borne.

And to Your crucifixion, at which You were mocked with scorn.

I unite all my pain, to the pain You know so well.

I unite it to Your sacrifice, of which the Scriptures tell.

You suffered in great agony; I ponder this anew.

For Your suffering sweet Jesus, I place all my trust in You.