Mary Sullivan

Enter through the narrow gate,
 for the gate is wide and road broad that leads to destruction
And those enter through it are many.
How narrow the gate and constricted the road that leads to life.
And those who find it are few.
(Matt.: 7:13-14)

Lead us, Lord, through the narrow gate,

Destruction’s gate is broad and wide.

So many on destruction’s path.

Be our shepherd and our guide.

Clear out that destructive path,

Filled with confusing contradictions.

Detach us from greed and lust,

Enslavement and addictions.

Clear out things which tempt us,

Clear destroyers of virtue.

Remove whatever promotes vice.

Help us seek to serve You.

Help us find the road to life,

This road narrow with constrictions.

Dear Jesus, show us to this road,

Remove road-blocking restrictions.

We have so many loved ones,

Lost on destruction’s road,

Help them seek the narrow gate.

May Your love be their goal.

Help them embrace Your loving laws.

Free them from dissent.

Help them find their way to You.

Help them to repent.

Help them find Your path of love.

Time is now running late.

Help them find the narrow way,

Through the narrow gate.

 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; Jesus to 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. May in mercy they abide,

At this hour, the gate of mercy, for the soul, was opened wide.

We can obtain all we ask 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.

Lord, mighty and majestic,

In splendor are You robed,

Your throne stands fixed and firm,

as it was, from of old.

Your love is always steadfast,

for all of us to see.

We trust in You, our dear Lord,

Trust all of 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 dear 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.

May 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)

Give to me a pure heart, Lord, a humbled heart contrite.

Give to me a pure heart, Lord.  In my soul shed Your light.

Have mercy on me, loving Lord; in compassion wipe out my offense.

Wash me, O Lord, from my guilt.  Of sin, let me be cleansed.

Give to me a clean heart, Lord, a heart that loves with Your love.

Give to me a clean heart, Lord, with grace come from above.

Put a steadfast spirit within me.  Your spirit in my soul renew.

Cast me not from Your presence, Lord.  All sin may I now eschew.

My sacrifice to You, My God, a spirit quite contrite.

My sacrifice to You, My God, a soul that seeks what’s right.

Guide me towards humility, from You may I now learn.

You embrace a humble heart, my God. A humble heart, You will not spurn.

And give our loved ones too, Lord, a pure and humbled heart.

With clean heart, let them seek Your will.  From Your will not depart.

Put a steadfast spirit within each one, a spirit that seeks what is true.

Grant to each one humility, and the grace to find true love in You.

(Based on Psalm 51)

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.  On our knees we kneel.

It all seems so astounding.  It seems so crazy and surreal.

Yet it helps to remember, lest we lose our Christian zeal,

Earth has never met a sorrow which heaven cannot heal.

Saint Thomas More, pray for us!