Mary Sullivan

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 those we love back home.

The angel Gabriel, by God to Mary, he was sent.
Mary’s town was Nazareth so to Nazareth he went.
Mary was a mild woman, one of little fame.
She was betrothed to a man, and Joseph was his name.

In Nazareth, in this small home, this very humble place,
The angel told Mary that she was full of grace.
For Mary was a lowly woman, it was God whom she adored.
The Lord was with Mary. And Mary with the Lord.

Mary by the angel’s words, was really troubled greatly.
One might suspect perhaps she even feared for her safety.
She stopped to ponder just what kind of greeting this might be.
But the angel told Mary, not to be afraid, for in reality,

God was very pleased with Mary, for to God, Mary had been bound.
By her humble obedience, Mary had God’s favor found.
The angel said she’d bear a Son.  This was the angel’s claim
He would be Son of the Most High.  Jesus would be his name.

He would rule over Jacob’s house.  The angel helped Mary see,
He would have the throne of David, and great would He be.
The child would be Holy, the Son of God utmost
And Mary would be overshadowed by the Holy Ghost.

The angel then told Mary, something else quite new;
her cousin Elizabeth, in old age, was with child too.
Elizabeth once barren, was now in the sixth month,
for her who’d never borne a child, no child even once.

For our God can overcome all things, for God there is no obstacle.
For our good and loving God “nothing is impossible.”
Mary, to all of this, in honor of the God whom she adored
Proclaimed to the angel: “…I am the handmaid of the Lord.”

Dear Father up in heaven, may we say “yes” to You.
In a new way this Advent, all sin may we eschew.
May we follow Mother Mary, so humble and so pure,
May we put You first in all things, be the One Whom we adore.

Father, we pray for daughters.  And we pray for sons.
May they say “Yes” to You.  May it be Your race they run.
May they hear the voice of angels.  To sin become resistant.
May they seek Christ this Christmas.  May all find Him as an Infant.

May we follow the light of Christ, in all we say and do.
May we prepare a special place, in our hearts for You.

…there was a man full of leprosy in one of the towns where Jesus was;
And when he saw Jesus, he fell prostrate, pleaded with Him and said:
Lord if You wish You can make me clean.
Jesus stretched out his hand, touched Him and said,
“I do will it.  Be made clean.”  And the leprosy left him immediately.

(Luke 5:12-13)

Lord Jesus, we have loved ones, deep in the throes of sin.
They’ve rejected the Gospel or given it some senseless spin.
We surrender our lives to You.  We trust You with our every need.
We give to You all that we have.  To You we now plead,
Go now to our loved ones, Lord.  Help them upon You lean.
Jesus, if You wish, You can make our loved ones clean.

Give us wisdom, Lord of mercy.
Confused we are by many things.
Instruct us through our days and nights.
Shelter us beneath your wings.

In You, O Lord, we are at rest.
To our minds, the truth You bring.
Our hearts rejoice with thoughts of You.
You keep us safe beneath Your wings.

You are our mighty fortress, Lord.
Our King above all earthly Kings.
Your strong pinions cover us,
Secure we are beneath Your wings.

 Give wisdom to our loved ones, Lord.
Confused they are by worldly things.
Instruct them in the way of truth.
Protect them Lord, beneath Your wings.

May loved ones turn to You, dear Lord,
And seek You as their only King,
May they ever seek Your will,
And find shelter beneath Your wings.