San Padre Pio: “Lord, give me my weapon.”
When I squeezed the rosary with my
Tense fingers, my soul was bone dry,
I pitched too fast, in a hurry to get the
Game over with as soon as possible —
I was drained of all my energy,
For I pitched my prayers with fear,
Wildly eluding the spiritual strike zone;
I needed you, Madonnina, so you taught me
How to more effectively pray the Holy Rosary:
Swift sparkling fastballs, passionate
And powerful, in holy proclamation,
Sweet spiraling curveballs, mystical
And merciful, in holy meditation;
So as I’m learning to pitch my prayers
With sincere love, you, my Darling Catcher,
Faithfully bring my prayers to our King,
The Lord of Love, The Divine Mercy.