THE PSALTER OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY BY ST. BONAVENTURE – PSALM LXXXVII

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PSALM 87

Lady, thou art the helper of my salvation: by day and by night I have cried
to thee.

Let my prayer enter into thy sight: console my sadness with the sight of
thee.

Evils are multiplied in my soul: cleanse it from filth and sin.

May thy power overcome our enemies: lest they hinder our salvation.

Bestow on us thy grace to resist them: strengthen our hearts against the
concupiscence of the flesh.

Glory be to the Father, etc.

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4 thoughts on “THE PSALTER OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY BY ST. BONAVENTURE – PSALM LXXXVII

  1. AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS

    O Mary, your bitter tears
    my heart do pierce
    Our Mother is crying
    Her Son is dying
    to save us humanity
    from complete insanity.
    At the foot of the Cross
    for words I feel at a loss
    our sins are causing You distress
    I’m begging You for forgiveness
    I offer You my fears and mishap
    crawling on Your Mother’s lap
    O my Jesus, I need You, I need You
    satan plans coup after coup
    to destroy me, hoping I’d revolt
    he scares me like a thunderbolt
    but while walking in Your footstep
    on satan’s knuckles I will rap
    enough, enough, I do tell him
    the cup is stored unto the brim.
    Kneeling at His Cross’s foot
    Jesus tells me to stay put
    “Let My Graces thee overflow
    My Cross gave satan the final blow”
    I love you so much My child
    and while dying He even smiled.
    Thank You, Mary for this gift,
    and by this my soul did lift.

    Rita Biesemans, Good Friday 3/29/2013

  2. MARY, THE MYSTICAL CITY

    Mary, Mystical City
    where Jesus, our Savior, resides
    look down on us with pity
    who are carried with the tides

    Will we ever fathom
    the greatness of Your being
    satan spitting his venom
    to prevent our souls from healing

    But You, God’s living Tabernacle
    are constantly pointing to Your Son
    to prevent us from sudden debacle
    to bring us the Victory already won

    We cry out to You, Oh Mystical City
    to pull us out of the dangerous sinkholes
    we are willing to be gritty
    to save our eternal souls

    Mary, our Mother spread Your Mantle over us to keep us safe in Your City.
    Rita Biesemans written 11-29-2013

  3. OUR LADY of SORROWS

    O dearest Mother, Lady of Sorrows
    crying for our todays and tomorrows
    ‘cause we, Your children don’t care
    to listen to Your warnings to prepare
    for the coming abomination
    and possible eternal damnation
    if we don’t return to the Lord
    and throw our Salvation overboard
    Even seeing You cry bloody tears
    does not make us change any gears
    but what else can one expect
    when Church leaders misdirect
    and transform a saintly Lucas
    into a devil possessed Judas
    betraying Jesus as did Iscariot
    while they ride their fancy chariot
    not pulled by a donkey but by a jaguar
    using diversity and coexistence as an avatar
    The days are approaching that the real Church
    will have to hide, away from the vicious smirch
    Jesus Your Son is being crucified again
    by the pride and the ingratitude of men
    I want to dry Your tears, my sweet Mother
    your pain and sufferings I want to smother
    by following Your Son our Savior
    through an obedient and docile behavior

    Rita Biesemans, September 15 2014
    Feast Day of Our Lady of Sorrows, I love You so much, my Heavenly Mother

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