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With Veronica

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With Veronica,
I want to bathe Your Wounds.
Time and place are no obstacle.
You, in eternity, possess all.
Possess my heart,
And my poor intentions,
Render them pure and holy.

Wiping the spittle from Your Adorable Face,
I weep at Your disfigurement at the hands of Man.
I, in my time and turn, have looked away.
Here, with You, in prayer,
I turn back,
That my present ministries
May touch Your Body,
Alive, suffering in purgation,
Battling with the help of Heaven on Earth,
And triumphant with our Father in glory.

Mysteriously, my wounds,
And warts are healed,
My misery comprehended and mended,
By Your merciful gaze,
My shame surrendered,
And supplanted,
With your look of Love.

With Veronica,
I reach out,
Only to receive back,
My dignity,
I stoop,
To rise with You,
My Hope,
True Image of Our Father’s Love.

©2015 Joann Nelander

Crown of Thorns Prayer in Reparation

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Dear Lord, I am grieved when I consider Your sad condition when You wore the Crown of Thorns upon Your holy head.
I desire to withdraw the thorns by offering to the Eternal Father the merits of Your Wounds for the salvation of sinners. I wish to unite my actions to the merits of Your Most Holy Crown, so that they may gain many merits, as You have promised.
Amen.

WORDS OF OUR LORD TO SR MARY MARTHA CHAMBON

During an apparition of Our Lord to Sr Mary Martha Chambon, He appeared in a pityful state, wearing the Crown of Thorns. Appealing for compassion, He said: “Behold Him whom you seek, and the condition in which He is! Look…withdraw the thorns from My head by offering to My Father the merits of My Wounds for sinners… Go, seek for souls!” While Sr Mary Martha was contemplating the holy Crown, she saw rays of glory darting from each thorn.

WORDS OF OUR LORD TO SR MARY MARTHA CHAMBON

During an apparition of Our Lord to Sr Mary Martha Chambon, He appeared in a pitiful state, wearing the Crown of Thorns. Appealing for compassion, He said: “Behold Him whom you seek, and the condition in which He is! Look…withdraw the thorns from My head by offering to My Father the merits of My Wounds for sinners… Go, seek for souls!” While Sr Mary Martha was contemplating the holy Crown, she saw rays of glory darting from each thorn.

GUARDIAN ANGEL PRAYER

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O MOST holy Angel of God, appointed by God to my Guardian, I give thee thanks for all the
benefits which thou hast ever bestowed on me in body and soul. I praise and glorify thee that thou
condescended to assist me with such patient fidelity, and to defend me against all the
assaults of my enemy. Blessed be the hour in which thou were assigned me for my Guardian,
my defender and my patron. In acknowledgment and return for all thy loving ministries to me, I
offer thee the infinitely precious and noble Heart of Jesus, and firmly purpose to obey thee
henceforward, and most faithfully to serve my God. Amen.

via catholictradition.org

Offering of the Bitterness of Our Lord’s Passion

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I offer to You, O Lord, all the bitterness of Your Passion, in reparation for the offenses committed against You.

Vergine Bella by Mignarda; Vergine bella

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Via divineoffice.org
Hymn

English translation

O Virgin fair, who in the sun arrayed,

And crowned with stars, to a greater Sun did’st bring

Such joy that He in thee His light did hide!

Deep love impels me that of thee I sing.

But how shall I begin without thy aid,

Or that of Him who in thy womb did bide?

I call on one who answereth always

When simple faith we show.

Virgin, if extreme woe

In things of earth thou wouldst with joy repay,

In my hard struggle be thy succour given!

O hear me while I pray,

Though I be clay,

And thou the queen of heaven!

O virgin pure, perfect in every part;

Daughter and mother of thy gentle Child,

Sunbeam on earth, bright gem in heaven’s array!

The Father’s Son and thine, O undefiled,

Through thee (window of heaven that thou art!)

Came to redeem us at the final day!

And God among all dwellings of the earth

Selected thee alone,

O virgin, who the moan

Of hapless Eve hast turned to joy and mirth;

O make me worthy His unending love,

Thou who in glory drest,

Honoured and blest,

Art crowned in heaven above.

Vergine bella, che di sol vestita,

coronata di stelle, al sommo Sole

piacesti sí, che ’n te Sua luce ascose,

amor mi spinge a dir di te parole:

ma non so ’ncominciar senza tu’ aita,

et di Colui ch’amando in te si pose.

Invoco lei che ben sempre rispose,

chi la chiamò con fede:

Vergine, s’a mercede

miseria extrema de l’humane cose

già mai ti volse, al mio prego t’inchina,

soccorri a la mia guerra,

bench’i’ sia terra, et tu del ciel regina.

Vergine pura, d’ogni parte intera,

del tuo parto gentil figliola et madre,

ch’allumi questa vita, et l’altra adorni,

per te il tuo figlio, et quel del sommo Padre,

o fenestra del ciel lucente altera,

venne a salvarne in su li extremi giorni;

et fra tutt’i terreni altri soggiorni

sola tu fosti electa,

Vergine benedetta,

che ’l pianto d’Eva in allegrezza torni.

Fammi, ché puoi, de la Sua gratia degno,

senza fine o beata,

già coronata nel superno regno.

English translation

O Virgin fair, who in the sun arrayed,

And crowned with stars, to a greater Sun did’st bring

Such joy that He in thee His light did hide!

Deep love impels me that of thee I sing.

But how shall I begin without thy aid,

Or that of Him who in thy womb did bide?

I call on one who answereth always

When simple faith we show.

Virgin, if extreme woe

In things of earth thou wouldst with joy repay,

In my hard struggle be thy succour given!

O hear me while I pray,

Though I be clay,

And thou the queen of heaven!

O virgin pure, perfect in every part;

Daughter and mother of thy gentle Child,

Sunbeam on earth, bright gem in heaven’s array!

The Father’s Son and thine, O undefiled,

Through thee (window of heaven that thou art!)

Came to redeem us at the final day!

And God among all dwellings of the earth

Selected thee alone,

O virgin, who the moan

Of hapless Eve hast turned to joy and mirth;

O make me worthy His unending love,

Thou who in glory drest,

Honoured and blest,

Art crowned in heaven above.

Vergine Bella by Mignarda; Vergine bella; Author: Francesco Petrarch; Edition used: “Some Love Songs of Petrarch”, translated and annotated with a Biographical Introduction by William Dudley Foulke (Oxford University Press, 1915).

The Salvation of Israel through Cyrus via divineoffice.org

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From the book of the prophet Isaiah

45:1-13

The salvation of Israel through Cyrus

Thus says the Lord to his anointed, Cyrus,whose right hand I grasp,

Subduing nations before him,

and making kings run in his service,

Opening doors before him

and leaving the gates unbarred:

I will go before you

and level the mountains;

Bronze doors I will shatter,

and iron bars I will snap.

I will give you treasures out of the darkness,

and riches that have been hidden away,

That you may know that I am the Lord, the God of Israel,

who calls you by your name.
For the sake of Jacob, my servant,

of Israel my chosen one,

I have called you by your name,

giving you a title, though you knew me not.

I am the Lord and there is no other,

there is no God besides me.

It is I who arm you, though you know me not,

so that toward the rising and the setting of the sun

men may know that there is none besides me.

I am the Lord, there is no other;

I form the light, and create the darkness,

I make well-being and create woe;

I, the Lord, do all these things.
Let justice descend, O heavens, like dew from above,

like gentle rain let the skies drop it down.

Let the earth open and salvation bud forth;

let justice also spring up!

I, the Lord, have created this.
Woe to him who contends with his Maker;

a potsherd among potsherds of the earth!

Dare the clay say to its modeler, “What are you doing?”

or, “What you are making has no hands”?

Woe to him who asks a father, “What are you begetting?”

or a woman, “What are you giving birth to?”
Thus says the Lord,

the Holy One of Israel, his maker:

You question me about my children,

or prescribe the work of my hands for me!

It was I who made the earth

and created mankind upon it;

It was my hands that stretched out the heavens;

I gave the order to all their host.

It was I who stirred up one for the triumph of justice;

all his ways I make level.

He shall rebuild my city

and let my exiles go free

Without price or ransom,

says the Lord of hosts.
via divineoffice.org