Devotion to Desolate: the prayers that unite us every day with Mary

THE PRAYERS THAT UNITE US EVERY DAY

OFFER THE IMMACULATE AND PAINFUL HEART OF MARY
Immaculate Heart of Mary, who are the Mother of God, the Coredemptrix of the world and the Mother of divine grace, I recognize that I need your help to sanctify this day of mine and I invoke it with filial confidence.

Be the inspirer of all my thoughts, the model of all my prayers, actions and sacrifices, which I intend to carry out under your maternal gaze and offer you with all my love, in union with all your intentions, to repair the offenses that human ingratitude brings you and especially the blasphemies that continually pierce you; to save all the poor sinners and in particular because all men recognize you as their true Mother.

Keep all mortal and venial sin away from me and the Marian Family today; grant me to correspond faithfully to your every grace and give everyone your maternal blessing. In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

THE THREE PRAYER
We recite every day at three in the afternoon to welcome the gift that Jesus gave us from the Cross (Jn. 19, 27)

Recognizing Mary our true Mother is a gift of divine predilection. (Jn. 19:27).

Jesus said to the disciple: Behold your Mother! and from that moment the disciple took it for himself.

O Jesus, we thank you.

For giving us your holy Mother.

Glory to the Father and the Son and to the Holy Spirit.

As it was in the beginning, and now and always over the centuries. Amen.

Heart of Jesus that you burn with love for your divine Mother. Inflame our heart with your love.

Let us pray to our Lord, Jesus Christ, that with ineffable love you left us your divine Mother from the Cross: grant us, we beg you, to piously receive your gift and to live as true children and apostles. Amen.

Jesus and Mary bless us.

In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Maternal crying
«O all of you who pass by on the way, stop and see if there is pain similar to mine! She weeps bitterly ... Her tears run down her cheeks and nobody gives her comfort ... "(Lam 1, 12.2.).