Очень нужна молитва великомученику и целителю Пантелеимону Срочно Кто знает, подскажите!

О, великий угодниче Христов, страстотерпче и врачу многомилостивый Пантелеймоне! Умилосердись надо мной, грешным рабом Божиим (имя), услыши стенание и вопль мой, умилостиви Небеснаго, Верховнаго Врача душ и телес наших, Христа Бога нашего, да дарует ми исцеление от жестокаго гнетущаго мя недуга. Приими недостойное моление грешнейшаго паче всех человек. Посети мя благодатным посещением. Не возгнушайся греховных язв моих, помажи их елеем милости твоей и исцели мя; да здрав сущи душею и телом, остаток дней моих, при помощи благодати Божией, возмогу провести в покаянии и угождении Богу, и сподоблюся восприяти благий конец живота моего. Ей, угодниче Божий! Умоли Христа Бога, да дарует ми предстательством твоим здравие тела и спасение души моей. Аминь

Своими словами, искренно от сердца, с верой в получение помощи

Молитва-это душевный, от всего сердца разговор человека с Богом, а не с великомучениками и целителями.

Пантелеймон не знает русского языка.

Молитвы слушает только Бог (Псалом 65:ПНМ); Псалом 63:2 СП)

от крови Романовых отныне уже не отмыться+

ВРЕМЕНИ ДЛЯ ТОГО БЫЛО БОЛЕЕ ПЯТИ ЛЕТ И ЗИМ!. Время вышло+

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Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble Ц big trouble Ц
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances
You were just what the doctor ordered

Chorus:
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?
They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell
Syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with)
This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap
Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac
And at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break a motherf**kin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxipad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

Chorus:
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox?
Let me show you maintaining this sh*t ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since
MC's get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N-
- W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position
To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherf**kin' Rock n'
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off of planking, tell me what in the f**k are you thinking?
Little gay looking boy
So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy
You witnessing a massacre
Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?
I got a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
I'mma work for everything I have
Never ask nobody for sh*t, get outta my face looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
To keep up with the same pace looking boy

Chorus:
I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin
You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let