Praying for all, here.
O great St. Peregrine,
you have been called “The Mighty,” “The Wonder-Worker,”
because of the numerous miracles which you have obtained from God
for those who have had recourse to you.
For so many years you bore in your own flesh
this cancerous disease that destroys the very fibre of our being,
and who had recourse to the Source of all Grace
when the power of man could do no more.
You were favoured with the vision of Jesus coming down from His Cross
to heal your affliction.
Ask of God and Our Lady,
the cure of Mike, whom we entrust to you.
Aided in this way by your powerful intercession,
we shall sing to God,
now and for all eternity,
a song of gratitude for His great goodness and mercy.
Our Father, Who art in Heaven,
hallowed be Thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come,
Thy Will be done,
On earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us,
and lead us not into temptation
but deliver us from evil.
Hail, Mary! Full of grace!
The Lord is with thee!
Blessed art thou among women
And blessed id the Fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary,
Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Glory be to the Father
and to the Son
and to the Holy Spirit,
as it was in the beginning,
is now,
and ever shall be,
world without end.
AMEN.
