I have come to you today because my grieving has not been over.
I remember the dead, those hurt in my land, the ruins of my country.
My tears can't stop like the rain when angered -
Lord, stop the fury of nature to us
And help us rebuild our land.
Strengthen and heal our people, all broken and crushed.
Bless all the world, too, and all the chosen people of the earth,
Our hopes and dreams, our works of love.
Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, we trust in You.
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