Mary Sullivan

Immaculate Mary, to you we come,
You are our Mother most pure and the one,
From among all of our race;
Is our mother most prudent, our mother most chaste;

Our Mother most powerful and merciful too,
Our tainted nature’s one boast is you.
Our Mother so meek, our Mother so mild,
Our Mother most powerful and undefiled.

Our Gate of Heaven, as told from of old
You’re the Ark of the covenant, and House of Gold.
You’re the health of the sick.  Upon you we lean.
Mary Immaculate, You are our Queen.

Mystical rose, like you, there is no other,
We give all to Jesus, through you our Mother.
Take our feeble works, and when we are done
Shine them all up and give them to your Son.

Be with our loved ones, lost and astray,
Reach their troubled hearts, in your motherly way.
Comfort their souls, confused and undone.
Show them the way to true joy in your Son.

Touch our loved ones, Mary, with Your loving Heart.
May they know your perfect love right from the start.
We honor you Mary, you are most pure.
The Church’s Mother, our mother and more.

Thank you for your prayers, and for your graces,
For helping us run all of life’s races.
Pray for us, Mary.  Pray for our loved ones too.
Lead us to Jesus, with your heart pure and true.

“And the peace of God

Which surpasses all understanding

Will keep Your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.”

(Phil. 4:6-7)

Father, we have grown so anxious.
We have so many dreaded fears.
As we wonder what is happening,
What will be brought, in coming years?

Help us, Father, rich in mercy,
To put all anxiety aside.
May our fears transform to prayers.
May frantic fears subside.

Give us hearts of deep thanksgiving,
Make our hearts like unto Thine.
May Your peace pervade our living.
May hope today, in our hearts shine.

May we be bright lights for You,
With dispositions, kind and pleasant.
Stop us from thinking far ahead.
Help us just live this moment present.

Father, hear our cries to heaven,
As to You we kneel in prayer.
Humbled by this cross we carry.
We offer You our every care.

Touch our loved ones with Your mercy.
May temptations at last cease.
Grant them wisdom to see clearly.
Bless us all, Father, with Your peace.

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 pretty 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 preserved 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.