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 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.
Posted: June 3, 2023 · Leave a Comment
EARTH HAS NO SORROW, WHICH HEAVEN CANNOT HEAL
Earth has no sorrow, which heaven cannot heal. (Saint Thomas More)
The wounds may go down deep, the sorrow be unreal;
We pray for healing of our loved ones; as on our knees we kneel.
It all may be astounding, seem so crazy and surreal,
Yet it helps to remember, lest we lose our Christmas hope and zeal,
Earth has never met a sorrow, which heaven cannot heal.
Posted: June 2, 2023 · 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 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.
Posted: June 1, 2023 · 2 Comments
WHEN I CAN JUST BE STILL
There’s an Adoration chapel, and often I go there,
As if it were a royal palace, with a red velvet chair.
I climb up there, with golden crown and royal ring,
And I become a princess, the daughter of my King.
This chair is lifted high above a plethora of gut-wrenching, worldly things.
On this chair I whisper to my Father Who is Lord
And He reaches down to comfort me and more.
All my deepest fears and longings of my heart,
Are placed within His hands, from my hands kept apart.
My mind is struck, terrified by frightful thoughts of what could be.
Through prayer, my Father takes the fright away from me.
Tucks it in a place where I can no longer see.
With only God and His glory now within my sight.
With loving heart, the Father starts to set things right.
He soothes my soul and calms my fears.
With open ears, His whisper I then hear:
Be still my child, I am your King, your Father and your Lord.
I am the Author of all life, the One you have adored.
Be still my child, just be still.
His voice and presence permeate both my soul and will.
Surrendered to the Lord, in this red velvet chair,
He takes from me all worry, and all of my cares.
The hour passed, from His chair, I must at last climb down.
My soul so longs to keep this royal ring and princess crown.
I step into the world with its senseless chatter and loud noises,
With its mixture of messages, and disturbing “choices.”
But amidst all of the blaring, amidst this world’s crazy noise,
I can hear my Father’s call, I can hear the Father’s voice:
Be still my child, just be still.
His voice and presence permeate both my soul and will.
My Father cares for everything, when I can just be still.
Posted: May 31, 2023 · Leave a Comment
MAY WE STAND IN TRUTH
Father in Heaven, to You we draw near,
May our love for You be pure and sincere.
May we hate every evil, hold fast to each good.
May we stand in truth, every trial withstood.
May we love one another, with mutual affection,
As we humbly welcome each of Your corrections.
May we not grow weary. May we not grow slack.
Fervor in Spirit—may we never lack.
Dear Father in Heaven, grant to us the grace,
To remain steadfast, run this holy race,
Persevering in prayer, enduring affliction,
May doing Your will, be our only addiction.
Dear Heavenly Father, with faith undiluted,
May we bless those by whom we are persecuted,
Rejoicing with those who rightfully rejoice,
To weep with those weeping is our only choice.
Bring home our loved ones, whatever the cost.
Bring them to Your Son. May not one soul be lost.
Lift their eyes to heaven. To You may they run.
Help them to know, love and serve Your Son.
(Based on Romans 12:9-16)
Posted: May 30, 2023 · Leave a Comment
MAKE MY HEART A NEST FOR YOU
“…Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay His head.” (Luke 9:58)
Lord, make my heart a nest of love,
A nest of love for You.
That You may come and dwell therein,
Today and each day through.
Make my heart a nest for love.
A love where truth will shine.
Make of my heart a nest for You.
For You, may my heart pine.
Lord, make my heart a nest for You.
A place where You find rest.
Make my heart like unto thine.
Take my heart as Your nest.
Chaos in this world today.
Yet, my soul You still.
Come and rest in my heart, Lord,
As I rest in Your will.
Grant me grace to love You, Lord.
May my love for You now shine,
As light for what is good and true.
Make my human heart divine.
I give You all that I have.
Make my love ever true.
May my heart be Your dwelling place,
My heart a nest for You.
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