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Prayer to St. Teresa of the
Child Jesus
Prayer to
Saint Martin De Porres
O Little St. Teresa of the Child Jesus,
during your short life on earth you
became a mirror of angelic purity,
of love strong as death and of
wholehearted abandonment to God,
now that you rejoice in the reward
of your virtues, cast a glance of pity
on me and listen to my prayer I
leave everything in your hands.
Make my troubles your own. Speak
a word for me to Our Lady
Immaculate - to the Queen of
Heaven, “who smiled on you at
dawn of life.” Beg her as Queen of
the Heart of Jesus, to obtain for me,
by Her powerful intercession, the
grace I yearn for so ardently at this
moment. And beg her to join with
it a blessing that may strengthen me
during life, defend me at the hour
of death, and lead me to a happy
eternity. Amen
Most glorious Martin De Porres
whose burning charity embraced
not only thy needy brethren,
but also the very animals
of the field,
splendid example of charity, we
hail thee and invoke thee! From
that high throne which thou dost
occupy, deign to listen to the
supplications of thy needy
brethren that, by imitating thy
virtues, we may live contented
in that state in which God has
placed us and carrying
with strength and courage
our cross, we
may follow in the footsteps of
Our Blessed Redeemer and
His most afflicted Mother, that
at last we may reach
the Kingdom of Heaven through
the merits of
Our Lord Jesus Christ
Amen.
Verse 43
Verse 44
Perhaps
A rose once grew,
where all could see,
sheltered beside a garden wall,
and, as the days passed
swiftly by,
it spread its branches,
straight and tall....
PERHAPS, if we could see
The splendour of the land
To which our loved ones are
called
from you and me,
WE'D UNDERSTAND.
PERHAPS, if you could hear
The welcome they receive
From old familiar voices all so dear WE WOULD NOT GRIEVE.
PERHAPS, if we could know
The reason why they went
We'd smile - and wipe away
the tears that flow,
WE'D WAIT CONTENT.
Verse 46
One day, a beam of light
shone through a crevice
that had opened wide The rose bent gently
toward its warmth
then passed beyond
to the other side....
Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
be comforted the rose blooms there its beauty even greater now,
nurtured by God's
own loving care.
Verse 47
Our Lady of Knock
I come to Thee, my Mother,
to lay before Thy feet,
my fears, my hopes, my longings,
my bitter hours and sweat.
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O take them Mother Mary,
and place them by God's throne,
your hands will give them value,
they're worthless on their own.
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As I kneel before you,
speak to your Son for me,
though poor and small my offering,
I know 'tis dear to thee.
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For you your Son at Cana,
changed water into wine,
the needs of bride and bridegroom,
were small compared to mine.
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And so, my Mother Mary,
I lay before Thy feet,
my fears, my hopes, my longings,
my bitter hours and sweat.
Verse 45
Remember
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me
by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember
and be sad.
Verse 48
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