The saints did not all begin well; but they all ended well. (St. John Vianney)

One need not be a perfect soul, to one day be a saint.
Many saintly souls, once had lives, of little self-restraint.
Won’t You forgive us Father, for the times when we were blind?
For the times when we offended You, left sanctity behind.

Put us on the narrow path, which leads to life abundant;
Keep our feet upon this path, our minds off sins redundant.
May all we say, and all we think, and all the things we do,
Be said and thought and done, in a way that pleases You.

Some of our sons and daughters, now march as if abducted,
Along a path of willful sin, where pure love is destructed.
In sync with fallen culture, its depraved, degrading drum,
Of sin they seem oblivious; to sin, they now seem numb.

The enemy has launched, on those we love, a dangerous attack.
Lord, mine the demons from their souls.  Hold the demons back.
Send holy saints to help them, from every saintly region,
Send angels and archangels, send multitudes of angel Legions!

Make haste, send aid dear Father, to this earthly land of sorrow,
We beg Thee Lord, do this today, wait not until tomorrow.
Make the devils powerless, their havoc now dispel;
Dispatch the devils from this land, send them back to hell.

May we now, with those we love, lift our crosses with You,
To be victor in this battle, there are things we need to do.
May we, donned with Godly armor, bravely stand our royal ground.
In every word we speak henceforth, may truth alone be found.

Let no one steal the truth from us, thus leaving us debased.
May truth be buckled firmly, and secure around our waists,
May righteousness protect our hearts from sin, all evil and all greed;
Righteousness the breastplate, of which, we are in need.

With feet now, forever shod, in scriptures of peace,
May arguments, hostilities in our lives now cease.
May the faith, be what we, most humbly acclaim.
May our holy shield of faith, extinguish every evil flame.

May thoughts of our final end, inspire penance and oblation.
The helmet which protects our minds, is truth of our salvation.
May love of Thy Holy Word, be our heartfelt goal.
Thy Word is the sword, which plunged forth, can pierce the hardened soul.

It’s true we are imperfect, as we strive to lift this cross.
Yet we beg for mercy Jesus, save loved ones, on high waves tossed.
Receive our sacrifices, which we make without complaint,
One day, may we greet loved ones, in paradise, as fellow saints.