Spirit of the Lord, the gift of the Risen Lord to the apostles in the upper room, swollen with passion the life of your priests. Fill friendships discrete their loneliness. Make them love the land, and capable of mercy for all its weaknesses. Comfort them with the gratitude of the people and the oil of the fellowship. Restores their fatigue, because they are endorsed sweeter if not for their rest on the shoulder of the Master.
Liberals fear of not making it anymore. Depart from their eyes calls for superhuman transparency. To spring forth from their hearts and courage mixed with tenderness. From their hands are full of chrism on everything that caress. Fa 'shine with joy over their bodies. Rivestili of wedding dresses. And cingili with belts of light. Because, for them and for all, the groom will not be long.
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