I have asked for your guidance many times
I have cried for your protection
I have asked you to be father of our house
Just so many times, to boys away from parents, those with no fathers to care,
I sought you -
For widows and orphans and those alone, you are in our midst pleading before God.
Dear Holy Worker of God
You, the carpenter and provider, who always builds a house for us, pave us a stairway to heaven, now and at the hour of our death.
St. Joseph, guide us!
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