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"Glory Be"

Thorn in my flesh, splinter of Satan, this.

Token of Death's faithfulness

Equal happy to accuse

Or to abuse

Its will, unlike my own, is unconflicted.

Though the good be sound within my soul

Once action takes its toll

Sprouting up to hinder, to delay

My good will to defray

My own will works against itself.

It chokes the seed whose fruit a hundred-fold endow

Yet tares it will allow

Until I might despair

Of my field, which ought be fair

And my hope that a treasure be found grows cold.

And yet, this thorn which does so fret

And endless weariness beget

Plunged into flesh

That fronted death

And seized the marks of shame as if of glory.

My thorn

I hold it hallowed to be borne

My sin the same to me

As it was to He

And my joy can be complete

Because now it only means

I look like Him.

My Lord,

In your grace, you have shown through your servant,

Beato Pedro Calungsod, the sublime prize of following you;

Through his martyrdom, you have shown us that age and race will not hinder us from

serving and loving you; His youthful fervor in defending the faith earned him

the title to be called Blessed;

Thus in confidence, I humbly call unto him to pray with me, and to intercede for

this urgent favor

(make a request)

and that through his glorious life, I may try to emulate him, together with Mother Mary, who

have without reserve said yes to your will.

Amen.

Lord God,

through your Son Jesus Christ,

You taught us that there can be no greater love than to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.

Your servant, Pedro Calungsod, inspires us by his fidelity in times of adversity,

by his courage in teaching the Faith in the midst of hostility,

and by his love in shedding his blood for the sake of the Gospel.

We humbly ask you to raise him to the honor of the altar,

so that we may count him among our intercessors in heaven for the glory of your name.

We ask this through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Blessed Pedro Calungsod,

student, catechist, young migrant,

missionary, faithful friend, martyr,

you inspire us by your fidelity in times of adversity;

by your courage in teaching the faith in the midst of hostility;

and by your love in shedding your blood for the sake of the Gospel.

Make our troubles your own

(here mention your request)

and intercede for us before the throne of Mercy and Grace

so that, as we experience the help of heaven,

we may be encouraged to live and proclaim the Gospel here on earth.

Amen.

The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times. Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever” (Psalm 12:6–7).