Archive for November 2011
May every blessing this life
Be yours in the fullest
May content, that is better
Than gems or gold,
Fill your future days with
May clouds ne’er gather above
Nor grief nor gloom op-
And every hour and every day
May God befriend and
Jesus, may all that is you flow into me.
May your Body and Blood
be my food and drink.
May your passion and death
be my strength and life.
Jesus, with you by my side
enough has been given.
May the shelter I seek
be the shadow of your cross.
Let me not run from the love which you offer,
but hold me safe from the forces of evil.
On each of my dyings
shed your light and your love.
Keep calling to me until that day comes,
when, with your saints,
I may praise you forever. Amen.
Lord Jesus, Bread of Life and Covenant of Love
Nourish us with your Body and Blood
Our Lady of the Blessed Sacrament, Pray for us.
A Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light, and where
there is sadness, joy. O Divine
Master, grant that I may not so much
seek to be consoled, as to console;
To be understood, as to understand;
To be loved, as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
I cannot tell why there should come to me
A thought of some one miles and years away,
In swift insistence on the memory,
Unless there be a need that I should pray.
Old Friends are far away: we seldom meet
To talk of Christ or changes day by day,
Of pain or pleasure, triumph or defeat,
Or special reasons why ’tis time to pray.
We are too busy even to spend thought
For days together of some friends away;
Perhaps God does it for us, and we ought
To read His signal as a call to pray.
Perhaps my friend just then has fiercer fight,
A more appalling weakness or decay,
Of courage, darkness, some lost sense of right
And so, in case you need my prayer I pray.
Friend, do the same for me. If I intrude
Unmasked upon you on some crowded day,
Give me a moment’s prayer as interlude;
Be sure I need it, therefore pray.
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild
Look upon a little child!
Make me gentle as thou art,
Take my childish hand in Thine,
Guide these little feet of mine.
So shall all my happy days
Sing their pleasant song of praise,
And the world shall always see
Christ, the Holy Child, in me.
O Holy St Jude!
Apostle and Martyr,
great in virtue and rich in miracles,
near kinsman of Jesus Christ,
faithful intercessor for all who invoke you,
special patron in time of need;
to you I have recourse from the depth of my heart,
and humbly beg you,
to whom God has given such great power,
to come to my assistance;
help me now in my urgent need and grant my earnest petition.
I will never forget thy graces and favors you obtain for me
and I will do my utmost to spread devotion to you. Amen.
St. Jude, pray for us, and all who honor thee and invoke thy aid.
(Say 3 Our Father’s, 3 Hail Mary’s, and 3 Glory Be’s after this.)
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
So He put His arms around you and said,
Diane, come live with me.
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer
And slowly your strength fade away,
We loved you dearly,
We couldn’t make you stay.
A golden heart stops beating,
Your hard working hands put to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
God bless you, Barb.
We love you.
REMEMBER ME GOD?
I come every day
Just to talk with you, Lord,
And to learn to pray. . .
make me feel welcome,
You reach out Your hand,
I need never to explain
For YOU understand.
I come to YOU frightened
And burdened with care
So lonely and lost
And so filled with despair,
And suddenly, Lord,
I’m no longer afraid,
My burden is lighter
And the dark shadows fade.
Oh, God, what a comfort
To know that You care
And to know when I seek YOU
YOU WILL ALWAYS BE THERE!!!
Helen Steiner Rice
Lord, teach me to be generous.
Teach me to serve you as you deserve;
to give and not to count the cost,
to fight and not to heed the wounds,
to toil and not to seek for rest,
to labor and not to ask for reward,
save that of knowing that I do your will.