Devotion to Christmas: the prayers written by the Saints

PRAYERS FOR CHRISTMAS

Baby Jesus
Dries, Child Jesus, the tears of the children! Caress the sick and the elderly! Push men to lay down their arms and to hug in a universal embrace of peace! Invite the peoples, merciful Jesus, to break down the walls created by misery and unemployment, ignorance and indifference, discrimination and intolerance. It is You, Divine Child of Bethlehem, who saves us by freeing us from sin. You are the true and only Savior, whom humanity often gropes for.

God of Peace, gift of peace to all humanity, come and live in the heart of every man and every family.

Be our peace and joy! Amen. (John Paul II)

I WANT YOU TO WORSHIP, JESUS, MY SAVER
Jesus, sweet Child, you are rich in love and holiness. You see my needs. You are the flame of charity: purify my heart from all that does not conform to your most holy heart. You are uncreated holiness: fill me with graces which are fruitful of true progress in spirit. Come Jesus, I have many things to say to you, many pains to confide in you, many desires, many promises, many hopes. I want to adore you, I want to kiss you on the forehead, or little Jesus, my Savior. I want to give myself to you forever. Come, O Jesus, do not delay. Accept my invitation. Come!

CHRISTMAS, GLORY DAY
Christmas, day of glory and peace.

In the night of darkness, we wait for the light to illuminate the earth. In the night of darkness, we wait for love to warm the world. In the night of darkness, we wait for a Father to save us from evil.

BE BLESSED, FATHER
In your infinite love you gave us the only begotten Son made flesh by the work of the Spirit in the most pure womb of the Virgin Mary and born in Bethlehem two thousand years ago. He has become our traveling companion, and has given new meaning to history, which is a journey made together in labor and suffering, in faithfulness and love, towards those new heavens and that new earth '"in which you, after death, you will be all in all. (John Paul II)

CHRISTMAS PRAYER
Come Jesus, your coming to Bethlehem brought joy to the world and to every human heart. Come and give us the same joy, the same peace; the one you want to give us.

Come to give us the good news that God loves us, that God is love. In the same way you want us to love each other, that we give our lives for each other, as you have given yours. Let us, looking at the manger, let ourselves be conquered by your tender love and live it among us. (Md Teresa of Calcutta)

CHRISTMAS
Is born! Alleluia! Alleluia! the Sovereign Child was born. The night that was already so dark shines with a divine star. Come on, bagpipes, more cheerful sonatas, ring, bells! Come, shepherds and housewives or people near and far!

For four thousand years he waited for this hour over all hours. is born! is. the Lord is born! was born in our country! The night that was already so dark shines with a divine star, the Sovereign Child was born. is born! Alleluia! Alleluia!. (Guido Gozzano)

THE HEAVENLY CHILD
O wisdom, or power of God, we feel we must exclaim ecstatic with your apostle, how incomprehensible your judgments are and investigate your ways! Little freedom, humility, abjection, contempt surround the Word made flesh; but we, from the darkness in which this Word made is wound, understand something, hear a voice, glimpse a sublime truth: all this you have done for love, and you only invite us to love, not give us that proof of love. The heavenly Child suffers and wanders in the crib to make suffering agreeable, meritorious and sought after: he lacks everything, because we learn from him the renunciation of earthly goods and comforts; he is pleased with humble and poor worshipers to entice us to love poverty and prefer the companionship of the little ones and the simple to that of the great ones of the world. This heavenly Child, all meekness and sweetness, wants to instill in our hearts with his example these sublime virtues, so that an era of peace and love may arise in the torn and upset world. From birth he points out our mission, which is to despise what the world loves and seeks. Oh! Prostria-moci before the crib and with the great Saint Jerome, the saint inflamed with love for the Child Jesus, let us offer our whole heart without reserve, and promise him to follow the teachings that come to us from the Bethlehem cave, which they preach to us to be all down here vanity of vanities nothing but vanity. (Father Pio)

JESUS, HERE ARE MY HEARTS
Hurry up, oh Jesus, here is my heart. My soul is poor and naked of virtue, the straws of many of my imperfections will sting you and make you cry. But, my Signo-re, that's all I have. I am moved by your poverty, it softens me, tears me away. Jesus beautify - my soul with your presence, adorn it with your graces, burn these straws and exchange them in a soft bed for your most holy body as a newborn. Jesus, I'm waiting for you. Many refuse you. A glacial wind blows outside ... come to my heart. I am poor, but I will warm you up as much as I can. At least I want you to be pleased with my great desire to welcome you, to love you, to sacrifice myself for you.

ADORATION OF THE INCARNATE GOD
O Jesus, with your holy Magi we adore you, with them we offer you the three gifts of our faith by recognizing and adopting you as our God humiliated for our love, as a man clothed in fragile flesh to suffer and die for us. And in your merits hoping, we are sure to achieve eternal glory. With our charity we recognize you as sovereign of love in our hearts, praying that, in your thickened goodness, you deign to like what you have given us. Deign to transform our hearts as transforming those of the holy wise men and make sure that our hearts, not being able to contain the ardors of your charity, will hand you to the souls of our brothers to conquer them. Your kingdom is not far away and you make us participate in your triumph on earth, and then participate in your kingdom in heaven. Do not being able to contain the communications of your divine charity, we preach your divine royalty by example and works. Take possession of our hearts over time to possess them in eternity. That we never take off from under your scepter: neither life nor death are worth separating us from you. Life is life drawn from you in large sips of love to spread on humanity and make us die at every moment to live only on you, to spread only you in our hearts. (Father Pio)

GLORY TO TEA OR FATHER
Glory to you, Father, who manifests your greatness in a small Child and invites the humble and the poor to see and hear the wonderful things that you do in the silence of the night, away from the tumult of the proud and their works. Glory to you, Father, who in order to feed the hungry with true manna, place your Son, the Only Begotten, like hay in a manger and give it as food of eternal life: Sacrament of salvation and peace. Amen.

I WAS BORN BARE
I was born naked, says God,

because you know how to strip yourself. I was born poor,

so that you can help the poor. I was born weak, says God,

because you are never afraid of me. I was born out of love

because you never doubt my love. I'm a person, says God,

because you never have to be ashamed of being yourself. I was born persecuted

because you know how to accept difficulties. I was born in simplicity

because you stop being complicated. I was born in your life, says God, to bring everyone to the Father's house. (Lambert Noben)

YOU COME DOWN FROM THE STARS

You come down from the stars, King of Heaven, and come to a cave in the cold with the frost. O my divine child, I see you tremble here, O blessed God, and how much it cost you to have loved me!

You, who are the creator of the world, are missing clothes and fire, my Lord. Dear elected little child, how much this poverty falls in love with me, since it made you poor love again. You who enjoy rejoicing in the divine womb, how do you come to suffer on this hay? Sweet love of my heart, where did love transport you? O my Jesus, for whom so much suffering? For my sake. But if it was your will to suffer, why do you want to cry then, why wander? My spouse, beloved God, my Jesus, I understand you: ah my Lord, you cry not for pain but for love. You cry to see yourself ungrateful to me after so great love so little loved. O beloved of my breast, if this was already the case, now I long for you. Dear, do not cry anymore, that I love you, I love you. You sleep, O my Ninno, but in the meantime the core does not sleep, but watches over the whole hour. Oh my beautiful and pure Lamb, what do you think tell me? O immense love, to die for you, answer, I think. So you think to die for me, O God, and what else can I love outside of you? O Mary, my hope, if I do not love your Jesus, do not be indignant, love him for me, if I can not love. (Alfonso Maria de Liguori)

RICH THAT YOU WERE, LORD JESUS
Lord Jesus, as a great and rich you were, you made yourself small and poor. You have chosen to be born out of the house in a stable, to be wrapped in poor clothes, to be laid - in a manger between an ox and a donkey. Embrace ,, my soul, that divine crib, press your lips on Jesus' feet. Kiss them both. Meditate on the vigils of the "shepherds, contemplate the choir of the Angels and sing with them with your mouth and heart:" Glory to God in the highest heavens and peace on earth to men of new will ". (Bonaventure)