“Go often my dear ones and place yourself at the feet of Jesus. He is our comfort,
Our way and our life.”
(Saint Francis Xavier Cabrini)
Lord, through trials which assail us,
Through this rough and coarse terrain,
May our thoughts turn to You always.
Guide us through this storm and pain.
Be the light upon our journey,
Be there at our every turn,
Till we safely reach our home in heaven,
For love of You, may our hearts burn.
Let us listen to Your Word.
May Satan’s tactics find defeat.
May we ponder what we’ve heard,
May our place be at Your feet.
Be our safety, sweet Lord Jesus,
When strong winds begin to blow.
Touch our loved ones with Your blessings.
Every grace on them bestow.
Be to them their source of true love.
Melt their hearts grown hard like stone.
Be the life they seek to follow.
Be the way that takes them home.
Lord, mighty and majestic,
In splendor are You robed,
Your throne stands fixed and firm,
as it was from old.
Your love is always steadfast,
for all of us to see.
We trust in You, our dear Lord,
Trust all Your decrees.
You’re the Alpha and Omega,
You are full of mercy, Lord.
You are the final Victor.
Your Spirit is our sword.
You’re our freedom from all sin,
to which we have succumbed.
You are the One who is,
Who was, and Who is yet to come.
Dear Jesus, it’s to You we turn.
To You we humbly speak.
For we’ve been taught, it is the lost,
You came to save and seek.
Our sons and daughters are now lost,
so far off have they roamed.
Won’t you seek and save them Lord?
And bring each one home?
Grant each of our loved ones,
All the grace they need,
To turn and listen to Your voice.
May it be Your voice they heed.
May their hearts grow, to love Your Word.
For Your Words may they long.
Let each one humbly seek the truth;
henceforth to Truth belong.
Have mercy on us, Jesus.
To You, we now cling.
Save our loved ones Master,
Our true and loyal King.
(Based on Psalm 93; Rev. 1:5-8, John 18:33)
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.
“I can do all things in Him who strengthens me.”
(Phil. 4:13)
Loving Father up above,
For souls, our Lord does pine and thirst.
How weak we are when, dearest Father,
We don’t turn to Jesus first.
On our own, we can do nothing.
On our own we’re sure to fail,
Without Jesus as our Savior,
We’re inclined to moan, bewail,
Every trial which comes upon us,
Like we’ve been crucified with nails.
But when we can receive Him often,
When it’s Him that we adore.
With His strength, we can grow stronger,
From His strength, we can then draw.
We have sons, and we have daughters,
It may be true they are now grown.
But they have felt so isolated,
They’ve felt lost, and so alone.
Help them Father, know our Savior.
May His love grow in their hearts.
Help them alter their behavior.
From Him, may they ne’er depart.
May they know Your love dear Father,
Know Your love’s height, depth and length,
May Jesus be their true companion,
May Jesus be their source of strength.
May they know they’re sons and daughters,
Of a strong and mighty King.
May they know, at last believe:
In Jesus we can do all things.
Posted: January 29, 2024 · Leave a Comment
WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES THREE
I remind you, My daughter,
That as often as you hear the clock strike the third hour,
Immerse yourself completely in my mercy,
Adoring and glorifying it;
Invoke its omnipotence for the whole world,
And particularly for poor sinners.
For at that moment, mercy was opened wide for every soul.
In this hour you can obtain everything for yourself and for others for the asking;
It was the hour of grace for the whole world—Mercy triumphed over justice.
(Divine Mercy in My Soul 1572; Diary of Saint Faustina)
Lord, help us glorify Your mercy, at the hour three o’clock,
Even for a moment, at Your door of mercy, stand and knock.
In the ocean of Your mercy, may we plunge, through and through,
Take the time to close our eyes, whisper Jesus, I trust in You.
Lord, help us to remember, as the clock strikes three.
To stop and pray for loved ones, with trust, in humility.
Show our sons and daughters mercy. In mercy let them abide,
At this hour, the gate of mercy, for the soul, was opened wide.
Everything for which we ask, we can obtain, at this grace-filled hour,
For ourselves and for others, through Your mercy and Your power.
It’s at three o’clock, that mercy over justice, triumphs and prevails,
May we adore Your mercy, at the hour, mercy tips the scale.
Let us set all those cell alarms, to go off at three,
Let us stop to pray for sinners, that all the world may see,
The wonders of Your love and mercy, deeper than the deepest sea.
May all adore You and Your mercy when the clock strikes three.