One calls upon Holy Pharailde for the morbid children.
She’s especially honoured with Bruay-in-Artois where part of her relics is. Holy Pharailde was devoted to the poor and the patients. She had a particular tenderness for the small children who felt it well and stuck to her dress and didn’t want any more to release it. She blessed them and weakest of them were strengthened and cured.
Have for pleasant, Seigneur, these offerings and these prayers that we offer to you in memory of happy Holy Pharailde, by the merits of which we ask you to listen to our wishes and our requests in favor of our ill children. We request some from you by NR. – S.J. – C Amen.
Holy Pharailde, protective of the morbid children, intercede for them.
Ô my Jésus You instituted the adorable sacrament of the furnace bridge; you washed the feet of your Apostles; you gave them the command of the love; you founded the kingdom of your celestial Father; and now you direct your steps towards this well-known place of that which must betray you: because you knew well who was going to arrive of you. Ah! My Saver of what a turbid and what an anguishes you are seized during this way! Aren’t you above all the kings of the ground? Where are thus, Ô Lord, your princes, your generals and your soldiers? Where are the horses, the tanks, the servants and all that composes the continuation of a king? Where is your guard? Why isn’t it there around you in order to defend you against the attack of the enemy, as it’s the habit for the other kings of the ground? What! Does no acclamation precede you? I don’t see floating in the airs the royal standard? Where are the mails charged to announce, and to prepare all to you that is necessary for you? Where is all this pump which amuses and delights our misery? Aren’t the sky and the ground full with your magnificence? Why you thus walk; thus without pump and pageantry? Aren’t you that which has with his service of the million creatures? Why do you thus walk thus only the barefeet? Ah! I guess the cause of it: you are not maintaining in your kingdom, because it’s not this world. You stripped yourselves of your glory, and you took the shape of a slave, and not that of a king. You became like one of us. You were made slave, so that we became kings. Lord, protect us. Amen.
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