A Suppliant’s Prayer
The Three Hail Mary's were given to St. Melchtilde (13th Century) by Blessed Mother Mary to aid the Saint in her hour of death. Although Mother Mary was giving such great gifts just for saying three Hail Mary's, it seems better to ask Her for them:
The first Hail Mary will be said in honor of God the Father, Whose omnipotence raised Thy soul so high above every other creature that after God Thou hast the greatest power in heaven and on earth.
In the hour of my death, I humbly beg and beseech Thee, O most gracious Virgin Mary, to use that power of God the Father to keep any hostile power far from me.
Hail Mary, . . .
The second Hail Mary will be said in honor of the Son of God, Who communicated His inscrutable wisdom to Thee.
In the hour of my death, I humbly beg and beseech Thee, O most gracious Virgin Mary, to fill my soul with the light of that wisdom so that all the darkness of ignorance and error will be dispelled.
Hail Mary, . . .
The third Hail Mary will be said in honor of God the Holy Ghost, Who filled Thy soul with the sweetness of His love and tenderness and mercy.
In my last hour, I humbly beg and beseech Thee, O most gracious Virgin Mary, to then change the bitterness of death into divine sweetness and delight.
Hail Mary, . . .
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Prayer for Abused and Neglected Children
We pray that all of those children who have been abused and/or neglected in any way may come to know Blessed Mother Mary as their Mother and may She guide them and guard them all the days of their lives on earth as she once guided and guarded Her Divine Son, Jesus, even unto death, and so unto eternity and Heaven forever. Amen.
Good Night To Our Blessed Mother
Night
is falling dear Mother, the long day is o’er!
And
before thy loved image I am kneeling once moreTo thank thee for keeping me safe through the day
To ask thee this night to keep evil away.
Many times have I fallen today, Mother Dear,
Many graces neglected, since last I knelt here;
Wilt thou not in pity, my own Mother mild,
Ask Jesus to pardon the sins of thy child?
I am going to rest, for the day’s work is done,
Its hours and its moments have passed one by one;
And the God who will judge me has noted them all,
He has numbered each grace, He has counted each fall.
In His book they are written against the last day,
O Mother, ask Jesus to wash them away;
For one drop of His blood which for sinners was spilt,
Is sufficient to cleanse the whole world of its guilt.
And if ere the dawn I should draw my last breath,
And the sleep that I take be the long sleep of death,
Be near me, dear Mother, for dear Jesus’ sake
When my soul on Eternity’s shore shall awake.
"To Our Lady"
Lovely Lady dressed in blue
Teach me how to pray!
God was just your little Boy,
Tell me what to say!
Did you lift Him up sometimes,
Gently, on your knee?
Did you sing to Him the way
Mother does to me?
Did you hold His hand at night?
Did you ever try
Telling stories of the world?
O! And did He cry?
Do you really think He cares
If I tell Him things --
Little things that happen? And
Do the Angels' wings
Make a noise? And can He hear
Me if I speak low?
Does He understand me now?
Tell me -- for you know?
Lovely Lady dressed in blue,
Teach me how to pray!
God was just your little Boy,
And you know the way.
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