The Watchful Eye of The Lord

A watchful eye is caring for me. I am protected, safe, and free. 
He is here watching, I am happy to be, He is here watching, watching over me. 
I’ve been a lost lamb, just caring for me. I thought I had no one caring for me. 
I was so lonely, tired and worn, but I looked around and this thought was born. 
He is here watching, watching over me. Look little lamb, look around and see. 
Look little lamb, He said , I am watching over thee. Drink from the water so pure and so clean. 
Taste of the water, and then you will see. Open your eyes now, you are all clean. 
See little lamb, you are white and all new. See little lamb, I will watch over you. 
How kind dear sir, to watch over me. I am all white and clean and all new. You are so kind sir, to help me dear sir. 
Thank you for watching, watching over me. I feel protected, safe, and free. 
For the Lord He is watching, He is watching over me. I stayed near his feet, I was helpless and small, but he watched over me, that I should not fall. 
Come little lamb, follow me to the water. You can drink from it there. I will help you not falter. 
He knew that my knees were all tired and sore, from falling and falling, again on the floor. 
Come little lamb, you can try it again. I know that you’re weak, but I’ll help you to stand. 
You speak so kindly, I said to the man. You speak so kindly, You’ll help me to stand. 
I took a little drink, where he showed me the water, and I started to cry, my tears rolled down in the water. 
Why are you crying, He said to me then? I have been crying, again, and again. 
Oh Master can you help me? I have lost a hold, of my children over yonder, who are a part of my fold. 
Can you call them dear Master. To see if they’ll come To your water dear Master, Please see if they’ll come. 
You hold me in safety, with comfort and care. You speak to me gently, I have nothing to fear. 
You are so kind dear Master. I am happy with thee. Even though I falter, You are still with me. 
I am a little lamb, all torn and weak, But I will be happy to sit at your feet.

Prayer before the Way of the Cross

My Lord Jesus Christ, 
Thou hast made this journey to die for me with love 
unutterable, 
and I have so many times unworthily abandoned Thee; 
but now I love Thee with my whole heart, 
and because I love Thee, 
I repent sincerely for having ever offended Thee. 
Pardon me, my God, 
and permit me to accompany Thee on this journey. 
Thou goest to die for love of me; 
I wish also, my beloved Redeemer, 
to die for love of Thee. 
My Jesus, I will live and die 
always united to Thee.

After the Stations, say:

5 Our Father…
5 Hail Mary…
5 Glory Be…

in honor of the Passion of Jesus Christ, and once for the intention of the holy Father.

Prayer to the Way to Peace

Father of love, hear my prayer. 
Help me to know Your Will 
and to do it with courage and faith. 
Accept my offering of myself,
all my thoughts, words, deeds, and sufferings. 
May my life be spent giving You glory. 
Give me the strength to follow Your call, 
so that Your Truth may live in my heart 
and bring peace to me and to those I meet, 
for I believe in Your Love.

We Fly to Thy Patronage

In every engagement with the infernal powers, we shall always certainly conquer by having recourse to the Mother of God, Who is also our Mother, saying and repeating again and again: “We fly to thy patronage, O holy Mother of God: we fly to thy patronage, O holy Mother of God.” Oh how many victories have not the faithful gained over hell, by having recourse to Mary with this short but most powerful prayer! Thus is was that the great servant of god, Sister Mary Crucified, of the Order of St. Benedict, always overcame the devils.

St. Alphonsus Liguori in Hail Holy Queen!

The Prayer Whatsoever You Do

When I was hungry, you gave me to eat; when I was thirsty you gave me to drink. 
Whatsoever you do to the least of my brethren, you do it to Me. Come and enter the house of My Father. 
When I was a stranger, you opened your doors; when I was naked, you gave me clothes.
When I was tired, you gave me peace; when I was frightened, you calmed me down.
When I was small, you taught me to read; when I was lonely, you gave me your love.
I was in prison, you visited me; When I was sick and you took care of me.
In a strange country, you gave me a home; when I had no job, you found me one.
When I was wounded, you took care of it; looking for friendship, you gave me your hand.
Whether I was black, or white or yellow; mocked at or insulted, you carried my cross.
When I was old, you smiled at me; when I couldn’t find peace, you brought it to me.
You saw me: full of spit and blood; dirty with sweat, still you said you knew me.
You were on My side in times of despise; in the hour of joy, we were together.

When in Desolation

Lord, listen to my prayer, turn your ear to my appeal. You are faithful, you are just; give answer. 
Do not call your servant to judgment for no one is just in your sight.
The enemy pursues my soul; he has crushed my life to the ground; he has made me dwell in darkness like the dead, long forgotten. Therefore my spirit fails; my heart is numb within me.
I remember the days that are past; I ponder all your works. I muse on what your hand has wrought and to you I stretch out my hands. Like a parched land my soul thirsts for you.
Lord, make haste and answer: for my spirit fails within me. Do not hide your face lest I become like those in the grave.
In the morning let me know your love for I put my trust in you. Make me know the way I should walk; to you I lift up my soul.
Rescue me, Lord, from my enemies; I have fled to you for refuge. Teach me to do your will for you, O Lord, are my God. Let your good Spirit guide me in ways that are level and smooth.
For your name’s sake, save my life; in your justice save my soul from distress.
In your love make an end of my foes; destroy all those who oppress me for I am your servant, O Lord.

When Using Holy Water

By this holy water and by Your Precious Blood, wash away all my sins, O Lord.

St. Theresa of Avila on holy water: “From long experience I have learned that there is nothing like holy water to put devils to flight and prevent them from coming back again. They also flee from the cross, but return; so holy water must have great value.”

Holy water is a means of spiritual wealth — a sacramental that remits venial sin. The Church strongly urges its use, especially when dangers threaten. The devil hates holy water because of its power over him. He cannot long abide in a place or near a person that is often sprinkled with this blessed water.