Jesus, the Father's only Son, His glory and image of the same essence, remind yourself this simple and humble assignment when you transferred Your spirit to your father and said: "Father, into Your hands I commend my spirit," and with your body completely shattered, with your broken and compassionate heart open to redeem us, You breathed out.
You saints King, through this Precious Death, I beg you, comfort me and help me to resist evil, the flesh and the world, so that I, died from this world, to live only for You. I ask You that in my hour of death receive my pilgrim soul, who has been in exile and now comes back to you. Amen
Pray Our Father ...
Hail Mary...
Glory be to the Father...
You saints King, through this Precious Death, I beg you, comfort me and help me to resist evil, the flesh and the world, so that I, died from this world, to live only for You. I ask You that in my hour of death receive my pilgrim soul, who has been in exile and now comes back to you. Amen
Pray Our Father ...
Hail Mary...
Glory be to the Father...
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