HAPPY FEAST OF PENTECOST

V17 – 5.17.25 – “My daughter, to what you have said on Fusing yourself in My Will, another appeal must be added – that of Fusing yourself in the Order of Grace, in everything that the Sanctifier – the Holy Spirit – has done and will do for those who are to be Sanctified.  More so since, while We, the Three Divine Persons, are always United in Operating, if the Creation points to the Father, and Redemption to the Son, the Fiat Voluntas Tua shall point to the Holy Spirit.  And it is precisely in the Fiat Voluntas Tua that the Divine Spirit shall make display of His Work.  You do it when, on coming before the Supreme Majesty, you say:  ‘I come to requite You in Love for everything that the Sanctifier does for those who are to be Sanctified.  I come to enter into the Order of Grace, so as to be able to give You the Glory and the Requital of Love as if all had made themselves saints, and to Repair You for all the oppositions and lack of correspondence to Grace’.  And as much as you can, you search within Our Will for the Acts of Grace of the Spirit Sanctifier, so as to make His Sorrow your own, as well as His Secret Moans, His anguishing Sighs in the depth of the hearts, in seeing Himself so unwelcome.  And since the first act He does is to bring Our Will as the Complete Act of their Sanctification, in seeing Himself rejected, He Mmoans with inexpressible Moans.  And you, in your childlike Simplicity, say to Him:  ‘Spirit Sanctifier, hurry, I implore You, I pray You again – make Your Will Known to all, so that, by Knowing It, they may Love It, and may Welcome Your First Act of their Complete Sanctification – which is Your Holy Will.’  My daughter, We, the Three Divine Persons, are Inseparable and Distinct, and in this way do We want to Manifest to the human generations Our Works for them – that while being United among Ourselves, each One of Us wants to Manifest Individually His Love and His Work toward the creatures.”

Fiat!!!  Amen!!!  So be It!!!

Bring Flowers of the Rarest

Bring flow’rs of the fairest,
Bring flow’rs of the rarest,
From garden and woodland
And hillside and vale;

Our full hearts are swelling,
Our Glad voices telling
The praise of the loveliest
Rose of the vale.

O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May,
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May.

Our voices ascending,
In harmony blending,
Oh! Thus may our hearts turn
Dear Mother, to thee;

Oh! Thus shall we prove thee
How truly we love thee,
How dark without Mary
Life’s journey would be.

O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May,
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May.

O Virgin most tender,
Our homage we render,
Thy love and protection,
Sweet Mother, to win;
In danger defend us,
In sorrow befriend us,
And shield our hearts
From contagion and sin.

 O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May,
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May.

Of Mothers the dearest,
Oh, wilt thou be nearest,
When life with temptation
Is darkly replete?

Forsake us, O never!
Our hearts be they ever
As Pure as the lilies
We lay at thy feet.

O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May,
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May.