As those slumberous eyes retire
seeking for comfort and relief,
I pray to the Lord, to absorb all his
agony as he sleeps.
To whisper the healing words into his ears
to blanket him against all the odds,
and by a mere emollient caress
liberate his suffering soul.
Oh Lord, bless him, reinstate his health
disseminate the love and peace in his life,
let your miraculous ways cure his sickness
and your Seraphic knights guard him day and night.
Be his savior in this moment of distress
recover him from the illness with the rising Sun,
and relieve the restless soul of his mother
as she awaits for the wellness of her son.
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