Great Night Prayer

Protect us Lord, as we stay awake; watch over us as we sleep, that awake, we may keep watch with christ, and asleep, rest in His peace.

Prayer of Blessed Teresa of Calcutta

Havenly Father, you blessed Mother Teresa with gifts of love and compassion so she could soend her life in service for the poorest of the poor. May we imitate her examples of holiness by sharing our faith and reaching out to those in need.
O Blessed Teresa of Calcutta, so compassionate were you toward the sick, the hungry and the unwanted. Your heroic virtues and the graceful faithfulness in which you lived as a servent of God are beautiful examples of your love and union with Him.
We rejoice in your beautification and we praise and thank our loving God for your life and generosity. Help us to follow the Gospel as faithfully and lovingly as you did.
Amen

Prayer to St. Theresa

O Lord, who hast said: "Unless you become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdomof heaven;" grant us, we beseech thee, so to walk in the footsteps of thy blessed Virgin Theresa with a humble and single heart, that we may attain to everlasting rewards: who livest and reignest world without end. Amen

Prayer to St. Maria Goretti

Heroic and angelic Saint Maria Goretti, we kneel before you to honor your perserving fortitude and to beg your gracious aid. Teach us a deep love for the precepts of our Holy Church; help us to see in them, the very voice of our Father in Heaven. May we preserve without stain our white baptismal robe of innocence.
May we who have lost this innocence kneeel humbly in Holy Penance; and with the absolution of the priest may the torent of Christ's precious Blood flow into our souls and give us new courage to carry the burning light of God's love through the dangerous highways of this life until Christ our King shall call us to the courts of heaven.

Angels Appreared

This a is a poem that I had written about 2 years ago for a english class. It is a poem that i made up in 20 minutes during class after 24 hours of trying to figure out what to write about!!! This poem was read at my great-grandmothers funeral and was put inot her casket in April of 2004!!! it has become my mothers favorite poem of all time. It has helped me alot through the sorrows of death!!!

Angels appeared before me,
And looked into my eyes,
Where they can see my spirt,
As though they've known me for a very long time.

As it is a message from God,
Where He calls me home,
Though I can not refuse,
Since I said YES to him,
I stood up to see myself,
Sleeping happily for the rest of time.

Look Not Back

Look thee not back, my bonnie my lad,
Turn not around, my lassie:
life lies before thee, His glory ahead--
Heed ye not whatt is passing!

To be His own, to put hand to plough,
'Tis thought by some too dreary.
But lift thine eyes: satrs crown His Brow--
Receive His gaze and be merry!

Thy life given, His love returned:
Not one, but many embrace.
Search thee no more for th rainbow's end--
'Tis found in only one place.

Him alone--thy heart's desire--
Him thy grace and glory.
Go e now, with souls on fire:
tell the world His story!

Never the Same Again

Love, so they say, cahnges everyone,
Love so they say, is gradn.
It melts your heart and fires your soul,
And you're never the same again.

Love, so they say, changes everyone,
Love puts all fear to flight.
It strengthens your arms and steadies your mind,
And it floods your soul with light.

Love, so they say, changes everyone,
It brings you joy and grief.
It tests your heart with conufsion sore,
But gives rest at last in belief.

For Love, as we know, is a person,
Who suffered and died for us all,
who stands ther now, on the further shore,
Raising His Voice in a call.

A call from Love to love,
A call to be His alone,
And, as they say, Love indeed is grand:
You're never the same again!

He Asked Me To

It seems so very long ago,
in a place so far away,
That I heard my name so softly called
In the middle of the day.

At first I did notcomprehend--
I looked with a modern view.
But Psych. and Soc. a life don't command--
HE was asking me to.

"You don't undersatand--I'm to be a nurse,
And I've music yet to play,
And then I'll serve my country first,
And then I'll steer you way."

But, deep inside, i knew He knew
These protests were all in vain.
He stood serenely, calling still,
His love an endless refrain.

"Take this ring," HE said to me,
"Till death do us unite,
As shoulder to shoulder and hand in hand
We labor from morning to night."

The world,
aghast and ready to roll,
Qyestions in deep dismay,
"You're pretty, you're smart, you're in control!
Why throw it away?"

And He and I exchanged a smile,
The answer's so old but so new,
Four little words, devoid of guile:
"He asked me to."

My Bridegroom's Children

NO ym own, but my Bridegroom's child i cradle in my arms:
Flesh not of my flesh, bone not my own,
But soul of my Lover's Soul.

IN laughing young eyes I see HIs love shine,
I wipe His tears from a care-worn face,
I feel His heart beat close to mine
In a child's trusting embrace.

A world-full of children, young,and old,
All HIs and so all mine,
To love and to cherish, to have and to hold
Until the end of time.

The Tyger

Just like the Lamb this was written by William Blake. But this passage is from the Songs of Experience.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hande dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sniews of thy heart?
And when thry heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the evil? terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with thier tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamd make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy freaful symmetry?

The Lamb

This poem is a passage from the Songs of Innocence by William Blake. We had to read this for an assignment in English IV Class.I hope you find the same connection as I did.


Little Lamb,who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Makeing all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee:
He is called by thy name,
For He calls himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God Bless thee!
Little Lamb, God Bless thee!