St. Joseph Novena

O St. Joseph, whose protection is so great, so strong, so prompt before the Throne of God, I place in you all my interests and desires. O St. Joseph, do assist me by your powerful intercession and obtain for me from your Divine Son all spiritual blessings through Jesus Christ, Our Lord; so that having engaged here below your Heavenly power I may offer my thanksgiving and homage to the most Loving of Fathers. O St. Joseph, I never weary contemplating you and Jesus asleep in your arms. I dare not approach while He reposes near your heart. Press Him in my name and kiss His fine Head for me, and ask Him to return the Kiss when I draw my dying breath. St. Joseph, Patron of departing souls, pray for us.

Amen
Showing posts with label Children's Work. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 20, 2006

The First Christmas

by Catherine B.

There was a little donkey,
He carried Mary far,
He kept right on walking,
Following a star,
The man's name was Joseph,
His wife was named Mary,
They came to a stable,
Then came a baby.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Catholic Daughters of America


Annie's poster won Catholic Daughters of America's contest at the Court and State levels and then went on to place first in the national competition.


Juliana won 1st place at the court level for her poster.

Monday, August 25, 2003

Mirette on the High Wire


This story takes place in Paris. The main characters are Mirette (a girl) and Bellini (a high wire walker). People come to Mirette’s mother’s boardinghouse. One night a stranger named Bellini comes to Mirette’s house. Mirette sees Bellini walking on the high wire. She wants to walk on it too. She practices walking on the high wire. Bellini sees her practicing. Mirette wants to walk the high wire with Bellini. Eventually, they walk the high wire together.

I liked the story because it shows that if we practice, then we can do things we thought we couldn’t do. (Catherine, age 6)

Wednesday, September 25, 2002

The Day

The day has ended,
the day has ended.
Another big day will come again.
by Samantha (age 5)

Sunday, August 25, 2002