Help me, Good Saint, to obtain what I request, you know that I am suffering a lot, guide me and straighten my steps so that I do not make mistakes, Give me strength to find solutions, and if you think it is not convenient, give Peace and Tranquility to my Soul so that it waits resigned-to the fulfillment of the Divine Will. Pray for my wishes before the good Jesus, your friend, brother and benefactor, and also mine, and ask him, for his Love and Charity, for his infinite piety, to grant me what I ask with all my heart that Find the relief I need in my despair and I can get out of this bad situation that torments me so much. Oh Saint Lazar or blessed, for the so sublime hope that your heart harbored to reach the crown of martyrdom, And, for that ardent desire to sincerely give your life for the One who returned it to you after having lost it, grant me glorious Saint Lazarus your valuable support and support. May your power of intercession and courage before Our Lord help me to come out well and as soon as possible of all my ills and tribulations that afflict me, beg him to pour out his infinite Charity and sweet comparison on my person and my loved ones, ask him in my name to send his blessings and remove all despair and uneasiness from my life. Glorious and dear Saint Lazarus, today I come to you pleading asking for your powerful help because I know that there are many miracles that through you Jesus, in his mercy, has worked and continues to work. Saint Lazarus Blessed, Patron of the poor, my powerful lawyer, my Holy protector, in you I place my trust, in you I place my needs and I convey my worries and anguish to you, I hopefully expose my dreams and desires, and I humbly ask you to be my mediator before the Lord, because I know that infinite goodness springs from your hands when with Humility and Faith your effective help is required. He will call upon me and I will listen to him. I will protect him because he knows my name, “He stood next to me: I will deliver him So that your foot does not stumble on the stone Nor the epidemic that devastates at midday. Nor the plague that glides in the darkness, He will deliver you from the hunter’s net, Say to the Lord: “My refuge, my fortress, You who inhabit the Shelter of the Most High,
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