Prayer by St. Bernadette
How happy my soul was, good mother, when I had the good fortune to gaze upon you!
How I love to recall the pleasant moments spent under your gaze, so full of kindness and mercy for us.
Yes, tender Mother, you stooped down to earth to appear to a mere child.
You, the Queen of Heaven and Earth chose to use what is weakest in the eyes of men.
O Mary, give the precious virtue of humility to she who dares to call herself your child.
O loving Mother, help your child to resemble you in everything and every way.
In a word, grant that I may be a child according to your heart and
the heart of your dear son.
St. Bernadette, Pray for us. Our own little saint, Bernadette, Pray for us, your family.
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