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| My Son, I can hear Our Lady plead
On behalf of Earth’s children, let me intercede Let me find a special place Where people may meet and their faith embrace My daily visits there will gain souls galore Unlikely people will be knocking on Heaven’s door Where on Earth will you find such a place? Your Son asks you face to face He can scarcely believe such a place exists From His experience lukewarm faith persists Everywhere He looks people do not believe As regards the hereafter they cannot perceive Our Lady insists that there is a place Where people can escape from the daily ‘rat race’ Medjugorje, she says, is especially blessed My children there I have personally assessed I can vouch for their faith and their effect on others I can assure You of their love and affection for their brothers So, grant me my wish, my beloved Son Do this for me and the battle is won I guarantee success in that Medjugorje place My children there will gain Your everlasting grace Millions I will bring to Heaven’s door Satan will be enraged, I can assure Just give me some time to complete my task I need a few years, this is all I ask Like You, I love the children on Earth Let me show You what they are really worth The Evil One I will crush along the way Using the faith of Your people and the prayers they pray Medjugorje, I say, will accomplish Your need Please help me my Son and intercede The souls on Earth through my life I will assist But I rely on Your help – do not desist May my love for You, my eternal saviour Bring forth Your generous and ongoing favour My Mother, is your Son’s loving reply Your ongoing pleas – how can I deny? For 2000 years you’ve helped all in need With Rosaries and prayers – millions indeed Medjugorje, then, will be part of My plan To save mankind you’ve assured Me it can Together, then, let us create Heaven on Earth We’ll show unbelievers what faith is worth Through you, My mother and your motherly love Medjugorje will continue to be blessed from above Draw men to Me – let them mend their ways Thank you, My mother, your compassion pays |
| OUR LADY GIFT OF LOVE |
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