PRAYERS FOR HEALING

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Prayers for Healing offered at Mass in St. Patrick's Church, Corduff, Dublin on May 1, 2026

"Heal me Lord and I shall be healed, save me and I shall be saved, for You are my praise " 

Jeremiah 17:14







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