I feel so blessed today to have experienced the music of the transformation of one of our own, Eric Clapton.
We lived through the same highs and lows of life with Eric Clapton. He is of my and many of your own generation. The culture of what we thought was freedom that for him and for most; collapsed into tragedy. His message his music is one of HOPE for all who are in despair. Pure proof that God is with us.
Praying always,
~Margaret of Souls for Jesus
St. John Paul II called Our Lady of Guadalupe the Mother of Hope. Hope is the confident expectation of divine blessings. Despair is the absence of hope. Let us never be hopeless! No matter how deep we have fallen with the darkness closing in, there is always the light ray of hope that the Blessed Mother will hear our prayer.Eric Clapton, three-time inductee to the Rock ‘n Roll Hall of Fame, looked back on what he called “the absolute squalidness of my life” as an alcoholic. In the midst of his suffering, he wrote a song called Holy Mother.
The song sounds like a prayer from someone who acknowledges his need for help and direction from God and makes a plea to take away his pain and bring him peace.
In his memoir, Clapton: The Autobiography, Clapton wrote, “I found a pattern in my behavior that had been repeating itself for years, decades even. Bad choices were my specialty, and if something honest and decent came along, I would shun it or run the other way.” But, then he came to a rock-bottom moment that he had in rehab.
"It was like a moment of clarity when I saw the absolute squalidness of my life at that moment. I began to write a song called Holy Mother, in which I asked for help from a divine source, a female that I couldn’t even begin to identify. I still love that song, because I recognize that it came from deep in my heart as a sincere cry for help.”
He wrote, “I was in complete despair. In the privacy of my room, I begged for help. I had no notion who I thought I was talking to, I just knew that I had come to the end of my tether . . . and, getting down on my knees, I surrendered. Within a few days I realized that . . . I had found a place to turn to, a place I’d always known was there but never really wanted, or needed, to believe in. From that day until this, I have never failed to pray in the morning, on my knees, asking for help, and at night, to express gratitude for my life and, most of all, for my sobriety.”
In his song Clapton pleads, “Holy Mother, hear my prayer. Somehow I know you’re still there. Send me please some peace of mind. Holy Mother, hear my cry. I felt the anger running through my soul. All I need is a hand to hold.”
"It was like a moment of clarity when I saw the absolute squalidness of my life at that moment. I began to write a song called Holy Mother, in which I asked for help from a divine source, a female that I couldn’t even begin to identify. I still love that song, because I recognize that it came from deep in my heart as a sincere cry for help.”
He wrote, “I was in complete despair. In the privacy of my room, I begged for help. I had no notion who I thought I was talking to, I just knew that I had come to the end of my tether . . . and, getting down on my knees, I surrendered. Within a few days I realized that . . . I had found a place to turn to, a place I’d always known was there but never really wanted, or needed, to believe in. From that day until this, I have never failed to pray in the morning, on my knees, asking for help, and at night, to express gratitude for my life and, most of all, for my sobriety.”
In his song Clapton pleads, “Holy Mother, hear my prayer. Somehow I know you’re still there. Send me please some peace of mind. Holy Mother, hear my cry. I felt the anger running through my soul. All I need is a hand to hold.”
Here are the lyrics to the song:
Holy Mother, where are you?
Tonight I feel broken in two.
I've seen the stars fall from the sky.
Holy Mother, can't keep from crying.
Oh I need your help this time,
Get me through this lonely night.
Tell me please which way to turn
To find myself again.
Holy Mother, hear my prayer,
Somehow I know you're still there.
Send me please some peace of mind;
Take away this pain.
I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait any longer.
I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait for you.
Holy Mother, hear my cry,
I've cursed your name a thousand times.
I've felt the anger running through my soul;
All I need is a hand to hold.
Oh I feel the end has come,
No longer my legs will run.
You know I would rather be
In your arms tonight.
When my hands no longer play,
My voice is still, I fade away.
Holy Mother, then I'll be
Lying in, safe within your arms.
May we always turn to our Holy Mother, Our Lady of Guadalupe, the Mother of Hope, in faith and confidence that she will intercede for us, hear our plea to take away our pain and bring us peace, as she did for Eric Clapton.
Here is a beautiful presentation of the song by Eric Clapton and Luciani Pavarotti with a children’s choir.
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Our Lady of Guadalupe, Jesus King of All Nations,
Our Lady of America and Saint John Paul II
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May Our Lady of Guadalupe keep you under the mantle of her protection and
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Our Lady of Guadalupe, Jesus King of All Nations,
Our Lady of America and Saint John Paul II
144 Sheldon Road, St. Albans, VT 05478
Phone: 802-524-5350
Visit our website at www.JKMI.com
E-Mail Us at JKMI@JKMI.com
The Dan Lynch Apostolates’ Facebook Page
May Our Lady of Guadalupe keep you under the mantle of her protection and
may the Reign of Jesus King of All Nations be recognized in your heart!
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