O sweet St. Louis, whose spotless purity yields similar to the Angels, and the ardent love of God equaled the Seraphim in Heaven, turn your on me a look of mercy. How many enemies you see me around, how many cases undermine the soul mine, and as the coldness of my love for God to put me at risk of offending over and over again and get away from him, leaving him to lure false pleasures of earth. You save me, O great saint ... I entrust myself to you. You Impetratemi ardent love to the Blessed Sacrament and obtain for me grace always draws me closer to the Eucharistic banquet with a pure heart and a contrite, filled with lively faith and profound humility. My communions will then, as they were for you, powerful medicine of immortality, eternal kiss sweet fragrance of God (PA) With ecclesiastical approval
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