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Stella and her son are in my prayers. God bless them both.
We will requests our Widows, Orphans, and good souls pray extra hard for your Altar Server's Mommy.*
Praying now, of course.God bless!
Yes in my prayers here in Oz May God hold them in the Palm of His Hand
Prayers said for Stella and her son. May Our Lady Star of the Sea wrap them both in her starry mantle.
Prayers!
GIFTOF THESIXTHSORROWHave you receivedChrist's body deadLike the sorrowful MotherWho cradled His head?Christ's body deadIs the death of a childDeformed or sicklyDid you feel beguiled?Christ's body deadIs the gift of diseasePhysical, mentalCan't do as you please.That's because ChristWants to be closeTo you who acceptsThe sixth sorrow's dose.He chose you of hopeTo cradle His headFor you know what is lifeAnd what really is dead.Climb Golgotha hillFor you can handleSo others can seeYour light like a candleThat Christ is with youBefore and behind,And they'll follow your pathTo the tomb quite resignedWhere quietly gentlyAll suffering will restAnd your head will be cradledAt our Lady's breast.Oh sons of sorrowThe gift - your breath…You'll breathe at your birthDue to Christ's body's death.Our Lady of Perpetual Help, pray for us and this dear mother and son!
On it boss !
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Stella and her son are in my prayers. God bless them both.
We will requests our Widows, Orphans, and good souls pray extra hard for your Altar Server's Mommy.
*
Praying now, of course.
God bless!
Yes in my prayers here in Oz
May God hold them in the Palm of His Hand
Prayers said for Stella and her son. May Our Lady Star of the Sea wrap them both in her starry mantle.
Prayers!
GIFT
OF
THE
SIXTH
SORROW
Have you received
Christ's body dead
Like the sorrowful Mother
Who cradled His head?
Christ's body dead
Is the death of a child
Deformed or sickly
Did you feel beguiled?
Christ's body dead
Is the gift of disease
Physical, mental
Can't do as you please.
That's because Christ
Wants to be close
To you who accepts
The sixth sorrow's dose.
He chose you of hope
To cradle His head
For you know what is life
And what really is dead.
Climb Golgotha hill
For you can handle
So others can see
Your light like a candle
That Christ is with you
Before and behind,
And they'll follow your path
To the tomb quite resigned
Where quietly gently
All suffering will rest
And your head will be cradled
At our Lady's breast.
Oh sons of sorrow
The gift - your breath…
You'll breathe at your birth
Due to Christ's body's death.
Our Lady of Perpetual Help, pray for us and this dear mother and son!
On it boss !
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