Prayer

Prayer

Darkness and light

At this time humanity must pass a difficult test. A health emergency caused by a tiny virus. Science is currently struggling to find vaccines; the rescue facilities are collapsing and the production systems are jammed.

Man discovers that he is vulnerable, moans pierced by darkness and is grieved in terror of being prey to disease. He wanders in search of light and hope.

Praying thus becomes an essential practice to run to meet Jesus, to meet him and to be saved by him because: "You are good, Lord, and forgive, you are full of Mercy with those who invoke you".
(SI 85,5).

Prayer against the scourge

Before so much agony, my heart moans,
this coronavirus is reaping creatures,
as in a wheat field ready for harvest.

I woke up from the delusion of omnipotence
the night had darkened my mind.
Now I don't know what to hold on to anymore,
while my closest friends
they disappear amidst unheard of sufferings.

Oh Almighty Father accept my plea,
do not look at betrayals,
insults and sins of all kinds

Welcome me as the prodigal son.
I want to repeat his words:
Father, I have sinned against Heaven and against you;
I am no longer worthy to be called your son.

Now in this anguish, tribulations and fears
my cry reaches you like that of the apostles on the boat
at the mercy of the storm: "Master, we are lost!".

Then you threatened the wind and the sea,
the wind stopped and there was great calm.
Calm the storms of my soul and drive away my anxieties.
Free me from the fears that don't give me peace.

Come Jesus because I know where you are
there can be no evil and fear.
Wherever you have helped every disease,
you answered every cry, you were moved by every misery.

The blind has regained their sight,
the deaf the hearing, the dumb the word,
the paralyzed the health, the dead the life.
Now listen to my unceasing cry: come Jesus, heal me!

I am here before you, Lord Jesus.
Even if I am a sinner, I rely on you.
Don't look at my sins and forgive me,
wash me with your blood and I will be healed.

Hear the cry for help that I hear rising from the depths.
Enter my heart, save my soul,
heal me from this affliction and suffering.
Touch me and I will be healed.

Rescue prayer

In tribulations, in anguish, in fear
my cry reaches you like that of the apostles on the boat
at the mercy of the storm: "Master, we are lost!".
Then you threatened the wind and the sea,
the wind stopped and there was great calm.
Calm the storms of my soul and drive away my anxieties.
Free me from the fears that don't give me peace.

In the torment of disease, in pain,
I want to beg you like that leper who moved you.
You stretched out your hand and touched it
and you said, "I want it, be cleansed!" and was healed.
I'm here waiting, hold out your hand to me and touch me.

When the severity of the disease closes all hope on me,
I want to cry out as the blind man of Jericho did:
"Son of David, Jesus, have mercy on me!"
and although many scolded him, he screamed louder.
Then you called him and said to him:
"What do you want Me to do for you?" and was healed.

It doesn't matter if so many want me to keep quiet,
I don't want to kill my hope and succumb
but cry even louder: "Jesus, have mercy on me!".
I am looking forward to You asking me: "What do you want Me to do for you?".

You helped the apostles while tired and tired they were
on the boat shaken by the waves from the contrary wind
. You walked on the water and told them:
"Courage, it is I, do not be afraid".

To Peter, who wanted to meet you, you said: "Come!".
When, due to the violence of the wind, he became frightened and began to sink,
you ran to his aid and held out his hand.
As soon as you got on the boat the wind stopped.

If I walk to meet you
if I'm falling into the abyss of despair
and faith does not hold me up, run to my aid,
Hold out your hand and save me.

Come Jesus because I know that where you are, there can be no evil.
Wherever you have helped every disease,
you answered every cry, you were moved by every misery.

The blind has regained their sight,
the deaf hearing, the dumb the word,
the paralyzed the health, the dead the life.
Now listen to my unceasing cry: come Jesus, heal me!

In your name Jesus is enclosed all your power
and only your presence can heal me.
I am here before you, Lord Jesus.
Even if I am a sinner I rely on you.
Don't look at my sins and forgive me,
wash me with your blood and I will be freed.

Hear the cry for help that I hear rising from the depths.
Enter my heart, save my soul,
heal me from this affliction and suffering.
Touch me and I will be healed.

Thank you, Jesus, for all that you are doing for me.
Thanks for your love.

Taken from: "How to meet the love of God"

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