A book of prayers to the Holy Face of Jesus
Lord, how long must we stand by and witness the abomination and the desecration!
We stand as the few but faithful to you O God!
How long must this heartbreak continue?
To witness the decimation of the truth and beauty of the Catholic Faith and the supernatural graces that are lost and hidden.
And this destruction of purity and innocence is gut wrenching!
The horror is inescapable to your greatest gift of your co-created creatures meant to be born in your own likeness and image,
meant to be nurtured and fostered in the beauty of a well ordered and harmonious unity and sanctity as faith filled children of God!
Instead we witness death and destruction of innocence who are taken to the tomb before they leave the womb!
O God, this few but faithful remnant cry out to you!
Let your judgement and justice come down upon us so that this tyranny and insanity ends in this generation!
Preserve and protect purity and innocence and embolden us with the grace and guidance of Mary Our Mother, of Jesus Christ our risen Lord and Savior King and the power of Holy Spirit, to announce boldly your glory and your grandeur, your Power and your Might, your mercy and your boundless Divine Love!
Let your luminous light pierce these black hearts and let the Flame of Love of the Holy Spirit enlighten and illuminate the conscience of humanity so that once and for all, the deceiver is exposed, and the truth of your infinite love is laid bare in the hearts and minds of this fallen humanity!
O God, Pour out your grace we humbly pray, so that no more are destroyed or led astray!
Give us Heavenly Father the gifts, graces and fruits of the Holy Spirit to battle now to bring home to you the lost, the fallen, and those who slumber and sleep!
Pour your grace and your blessings upon this remnant, who seek to Shepard and enlighten these bewitched and bewildered souls who stand so far from grace!
Fill us and enlighten us in the power and the grace of purity and innocence so that we can be a perfect reflection of your luminous love in this time of darkness and dismay!
Your will be done always, Heavenly Father of goodness and love!
We trust in your perfect plan, O God, so let us act out faithfully all that you desire and all that is pleasing in your eyes!
Isaia 14:1-32 (DR)
“Her time is near at hand, and her days shall not be prolonged. For the Lord will have mercy on Jacob, and will yet choose out of Israel, and will make them rest upon their own ground: and the stranger shall be joined with them, and shall adhere to the house of Jacob. And the people shall take them, and bring them into their place: and the house of Israel shall possess them in the land of the Lord for servants and handmaids: and they shall make them captives that had taken them, and shall subdue their oppressors. And it shall come to pass in that day, that when God shall give thee rest from thy labour, and from thy vexation, and from the hard bondage, wherewith thou didst serve before, Thou shalt take up this parable against the king of Babylon, and shalt say: How is the oppressor come to nothing, the tribute hath ceased? The Lord hath broken the staff of the wicked, the rod of the rulers, That struck the people in wrath with an incurable wound, that brought nations under in fury, that persecuted in a cruel manner. The whole earth is quiet and still, it is glad and hath rejoiced. The fir trees also have rejoiced over thee, and the cedars of Libanus, saying: Since thou hast slept, there hath none come up to cut us down. Hell below was in an uproar to meet thee at thy coming, it stirred up the giants for thee. All the princes of the earth are risen up from their thrones, all the princes of nations. All shall answer, and say to thee: Thou also art wounded as well as we, thou art become like unto us. Thy pride is brought down to hell, thy carcass is fallen down: under thee shall the moth be strewed, and worms shall be thy covering. How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, who didst rise in the morning? how art thou fallen to the earth, that didst wound the nations? And thou saidst in thy heart: I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God, I will sit in the mountain of the covenant, in the sides of the north. I will ascend above the height of the clouds, I will be like the most High. But yet thou shalt be brought down to hell, into the depth of the pit. They that shall see thee, shall turn toward thee, and behold thee. Is this the man that troubled the earth, that shook kingdoms, That made the world a wilderness, and destroyed the cities thereof, that opened not the prison to his prisoners? All the kings of the nations have all of them slept in glory, every one in his own house. But thou art cast out of thy grave, as an unprofitable branch defiled, and wrapped up among them that were slain by the sword, and art gone down to the bottom of the pit, as a rotten carcass. Thou shalt not keep company with them, even in burial: for thou hast destroyed thy land, thou hast slain thy people: the seed of the wicked shall not be named for ever. Prepare his children for slaughter for the iniquity of their fathers: they shall not rise up, nor inherit the land, nor fill the face of the world with cities. And I will rise up against them, saith the Lord of hosts: and I will destroy the name of Babylon, and the remains, and the bud, and the offspring, saith the Lord. And I will make it a possession for the ericius and pools of waters, and I will sweep it and wear it out with a besom, saith the Lord of hosts."
“The Lord of hosts hath sworn, saying: Surely as I have thought, so shall it be: and as I have purposed, So shall it fall out: That I will destroy the Assyrian in my land, and upon my mountains tread him under foot: and his yoke shall be taken away from them, and his burden shall be taken off their shoulder. This is the counsel, that I have purposed upon all the earth, and this is the hand that is stretched out upon all nations. For the Lord of hosts hath decreed, and who can disannul it? and his hand is stretched out: and who shall turn it away?”
“In the year that king Achaz died, was this burden: Rejoice not thou, whole Philistia, that the rod of him that struck thee is broken in pieces: for out of the root of the serpent shall come forth a basilisk, and his seed shall swallow the bird. And the firstborn of the poor shall be fed, and the poor shall rest with confidence: and I will make thy root perish with famine, and I will kill thy remnant. Howl, O gate; cry, O city: all Philistia is thrown down: for a smoke shall come from the north, and there is none that shall escape his troop. And what shall be answered to the messengers of the nations? That the Lord hath founded Sion, and the poor of his people shall hope in him.”