Dear Lord I come before you
To feel one with you in prayer
To praise you with my neighbor
To feel all that you want me to feel

Confession on First Friday
As prescribed by my spiritual guide
To clear the spiritual arteries from guile
That block  Thine Grace from entering
This heart of mine that You own

Nine consecutive first Fridays for each loved one
consecrated at your feet, I acknowledge
I praise and I beg to have them take the right path
The path that leads them to your precious Heart

The Heart that bled for me and all
The Heart that aches from loving me
The Heart that goes on beating till I am home
Till I am home, Till I am one with You