O thou most holy virgin Mary, who dost evermore stand before the most holy Trinity, and to whom it is granted at all times to pray for us to thy most beloved Son; pray for me in all my necessities; help me, combat for me, and obtain for me the pardon of all my sins. Help me especially at my last hour; and when I can no longer give any sign of the use of reason, then do thou encourage me, make the sign of the cross for me, and fight for me against the enemy. Make in my name a profession of faith; favour me with a testimony of my salvation, and never let me despair of the mercy of God. Help me to overthrow the wicked enemy. When I can no longer say:
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I place my soul in your hands," do thou say it for me; when I can no longer hear human words of consolation, do thou comfort me. Leave me not before I have been judged; and if I have to expiate my sins in purgatory, Oh! pray for me earnestly; and admonish my friends to procure for me a speedy enjoyment of the blessed sight of God. Lessen my sufferings, deliver me speedily, and lead my soul into heaven with thee: that, united with all the elect, I may there bless and praise my God and thee for all eternity. Amen.
I don't think that anyone can comprehend the cross that any Priest has to bear: except for a Priest himself. Does it not take a true man to be a priest? It's a physical and spiritual battle. The Devil tries to conquer in the days we live in, and our Priests, our good priests, are at the forefront of the battle. They must glorify God, and they are the children of Our Lady, and the saints are their help.
Today is the feast of St John Marie Vianney...now, if anyone knew what it was to be a priest, 'tis he.
Keep them; I pray Thee, dearest Lord.Keep them, for they are ThineThe priests whose lives burn out beforeThy consecrated shrine.Keep them, for they are in the world,Though from the world apart.When earthly pleasures tempt, allure --Shelter them in Thy heart.Keep them and comfort them in hoursOf loneliness and pain,When all their life of sacrificeFor souls seems but in vain.Keep them and remember, Lord,they have no one but Thee.Yet, they have only human hearts,With human frailty.Keep them as spotless as the Host,That daily they caress;Their every thought and word and deed,Deign, dearest Lord, to bless