A Prayer of the Holy Mother
This message was received long ago in the messages I mentioned at the beginning of this book. I record it here as it applies as much to our times as to those when it was received during the Second World War.
I weep when I see the gifts of Life
So shamelessly laid to waste,
O let My tears blind those
who want to shed their brothers’ blood,
Soothe those who are wounded in the battle,
Melt the heart of Cain, ever ready to murder Abel.
O listen to My voice,
And let the gentle sound of pity cling
to your devoted hearts.
These I will impregnate
with the gentleness of
My healing powers
that I hereby bestow upon your hands
If you will give your voice
To the service of my cause.