Please pray for Majid, Damiana, and their children, Medhat, Maggie, and the children, Michel, Dina, and the children, Nevine, Samir, Nasreen, Isaac, Nermin, William, Basant, Kyrillos, and their children, Aunt Samira, Chico, Yaqout and her family, Mirna, Magda, Mary, Macarius, Magda and her family, Camelia, Joseph, George, Irene, Jacqueline, and the family, and all the family, the sick, the needy, those in distress, the poor, the destitute, the indebted, the prisoners, the lost, the apostates, the seekers of truth, the monks, the nuns, the consecrated, the servants, the priests, the bishops, the Pope, and everyone who has a request. Amen, I turn to you...

+ When distress surrounds me, pain intensifies, and my soul shrinks within me, bending inside, and I am about to lose hope... I turn to you.

+ When sins pursue me, and stumbling blocks appear before my eyes, and my heart leans towards ignorance, and I am about to weaken and fear falling... I turn to you.

When I weaken, fall, and lose my garment of innocence, I cry and scream, I go to the church, and there I pour out myself, for I know nothing but... I turn to you.

+ When I am confused and lose the ability to distinguish between good and bad, lacking discernment, wisdom, and understanding... I turn to you.

+ When the day declines, life sets, old age catches up with me, physical strength collapses, and this arrogant body withers... I turn to you.

+ May you accept me, for I hold onto your promise that you will not cast me out, for whom do I have in heaven, and with you, I desire nothing on earth.

Look upon your mercies and do not remember my sins, remember your promise and overlook my transgressions, have mercy on my poverty, and be compassionate towards me. I trust that you will do this and more... Therefore, I turn to you.