
The Secret Aramaic Prayer of Jesus Pray This Before Sleep for Divine Protection
Donnerstag, 22. Oktober 2026 · 38 min
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God told me to speak to you alone right now. Stop scrolling. What I am placing before your conscience tonight is the difference between eternal life and eternal regret. Do not look away from this eye. The eye patch I bear is not a symbol of defeat. It is a living seal that our Lord Jesus Christ reigns supreme over every demonic power on this earth. You did not stumble upon this message by accident. The Holy Spirit pulled you aside into the stillness of this room because your soul is tired. Your spirit is weary and the darkness of this world has been pounding at the doors of your mind.
Before we take another breath together, write Amen in the comments right now to tell heaven that your heart.
Is open and listening.
Do it as an act of defiance against the enemy who wants you distracted, careless, and asleep while your soul stands on the edge of eternity. Listen to your bishop very carefully. The gate is narrow. The Lord Yeshua warned us that broad is the way that leads to destruction, and many are those who walk upon it. Most souls forfeit their eternal peace, not because they despise God, but because they delay their repentance until it is too late.
They tell themselves there will be another morning, another year, another season to get serious with the Creator. But the midnight hour is upon us. The global machinery of darkness is accelerating. Spiritual oppression is suffocating our youth. And many of you lay your heads upon your pillows at night with a racing heart, paralyzed by fear and torment. You cannot afford to sleep unprotected any longer. The ancient prayer that Christ gave to his apostles carries the raw authority of heaven, and tonight you are going to reclaim it.
Look at me, my beloved child of God.
When the blade struck my eye and my blood poured upon the marble altar at Christ the Good Shepherd Church in Sydney, the world expected rage. The media expected vengeance, but the Holy Spirit filled that sanctuary with a supernatural peace that silenced every demon. In that agonizing moment when my physical vision was torn away, Christ whispered into my spirit, Forgive him, for he knows not what he does.
That is not human strength. Flesh cannot do that.
Human pride demands retaliation, but the cross of Christ demands radical, sacrificial love. As I was bleeding on the floor in Sydney, staring into eternity, I saw clearly that the battle we fight is never against flesh and blood. It is against principalities, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. The Lord Jesus Christ taught us how to stand in this invisible war. In the Gospel of Matthew chapter 6, when the disciples saw the power flowing from his secret communion with the Father, they did not ask him how to perform miracles.
They did not ask him how to command the winds or heal the lepers.
They came to him with trembling reverence and said, Lord, teach us to pray.
And what did the master do?
He did not hand them a complex theological formula meant for academic debates. He spoke to them in the mother tongue of his earthly life in the ancient sacred language of Aramaic. He opened his blessed lips and said, Say this with me out loud wherever you are sitting right now. Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, a sinner. Let those words shake the ceiling of your room. Speak them with your whole heart, because tonight we are tearing down every demonic altar that has followed you into the fourth watch of the night. The first revelation you must grasp tonight is the mystery of the name Abba, the sacred foundation of Abwun Dibwashmaya. For centuries, religious systems have painted God Almighty as an untouchable distant tyrant sitting on a
cold throne light years away, waiting with a heavy stick to strike you down the moment you fall. That is a lie from the pit of hell designed to keep you from running into his arms.
Amen.
Amen. Amen.
Almighty, and He is Almighty.
You can call Him the All-Powerful, Elohim, El Shaddai, the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last.
The Beginning and the End.
He is worthy of every majestic title in heaven and earth. But there is one name He longs to hear from your lips when you fall on your knees in the dark. He longs to hear you say, Abun, Our Father. In the ancient Aramaic tongue, the language our Savior spoke at the shores of Galilee and from the heights of Golgotha, the root of this word carries an intimacy that no modern translation can fully capture. It is not cold, stiff, liturgical formality. It is the cry of a beloved child running into the embrace of their dad. The entire universe together is gravity. When you live with your earthly father at home, do you walk into the kitchen in the morning, bow your head stiffly, and say, Good morning, most distinguished
biological authority figure? No.
You run to him and say, Good morning. Morning, Dad. Hi, Dad. How are you?
There are no artificial boundaries. There are no corporate formalities. You speak with raw, informal love because he is your family. You use formal speech with strangers on the street, but you speak with unrestricted affection to your father. This is what Jesus Christ brought down from heaven to earth. He did not come to make us religious slaves. He came to make us sons and daughters of the living God.
Look at modern Christianity today. It has become so cold, so distant, so performance-driven. People stand in churches singing emotional songs, yet their hearts are miles away from the Father. They treat God like a cosmic vending machine or a distant judge. Then they wonder why their prayers bounce off the ceiling.
They wonder why their bedrooms feel cold and haunted by anxiety at two o'clock in the morning. When you pray the Aramaic prayer of Jesus, when your spirit breathes, you are stepping out of the courtroom and into the family room of the Almighty. Love gives birth to children, not to slaves. A master does not care about the soul of his slave. If the slave breaks, the master replaces him.
But a true father will shed tears, will bleed, will suffer torment before he lets his child perish. I see this every single week in our counseling rooms in Sydney. Broken parents come to me weeping over their prodigal sons and daughters who have walked away into drugs, into sexual perversion, into the deceptive traps of the occult and modern culture.
These parents are exhausted, their faces lined with sorrow, but they never stop loving that child. Even when the child curses them and slams the door, the mother sits by the window crying, waiting for the sound of footsteps on the porch. If an earthly father and mother carry such fierce, relentless love for a rebellious child, how much more does your heavenly father love you tonight?
You may have cursed him.
You may have run into dark sins that you are ashamed to even whisper. You may feel filthy, discarded, and unworthy to lift your eyes toward heaven. But hear your bishop tonight. The Father is standing at the door. He is waiting for you to say, He died on the cross to prove that His love will never walk away from you. The second revelation we must confront without compromise is the absolute necessity of bedtime spiritual combat and the power of the Aramaic seal against the fourth watch. The world tells you that sleep is merely a biological pause, a time when your body shuts down and nothing happens.
That is secular blindness. In the spiritual-spiritual world, the night season is an active battlefield. When you close your physical eyes, your soul remains awake, vulnerable to the arrows that fly by night, as the psalmist warned in Psalm 91. The enemy knows this. Satan and his fallen angels do not sleep.
Their greatest operations take place between midnight and four in the morning during what the scriptures call the fourth watch of the night. How many of you go to bed clutching your mobile phone, feeding your mind with filth, gossip, hatred, and terrifying news feeds until your eyelids drop from exhaustion?
You fall asleep surrounded by demonic noise, and then you wonder why you wake up paralyzed with terror. You wonder why your dreams are filled with death, lust, and horrific violence. You wonder why you wake up in the morning more exhausted than when you laid down, with a heavy cloud of depression pressing down upon your chest. You are inviting the devil into your bedroom, and you do not even realize it. You leave the spiritual windows and doors of your home wide open, and the wolves walk right in to torment your mind.
And your family.
Lukewarm religion tells you, just say a quick ten-second nursery rhyme and close your eyes.
God understands.
That is the kind of cheap, lazy faith that leaves people spiritually slaughtered. In the early church, the desert fathers and the ancient apostles understood that before sleep, you must construct.
A wall of fire around your bed.
When you pray the prayer of Jesus in its native spirit, you are not reciting empty poetry. You are enforcing the victory of the cross over your room. When the Aramaic words, hallowed be thy name, leave your lips. You are declaring that your bedroom is consecrated ground. You are telling the spirits of fear, the spirits of suicide, the spirits of sleeplessness and every nocturnal demon back off. This territory belongs to Yeshua Meshicha. I remember a young man who came to see me in Sydney not long ago. He was shaking from head to toe, with dark circles carved deeply beneath his eyes. He said to me, Bishop, I cannot sleep anymore. Every night around three o'clock, I wake up feeling a cold hand choking my throat. I feel a
presence standing by my bed, telling me to end my life, telling me that there is no hope for me.
I am losing my mind.
I looked at that young man with weighty sorrow and holy anger. I asked him, what are you doing before you shut your eyes? He admitted that he spent his night smoking cannabis, scrolling through darkness on the internet, filling his soul with demonic entertainment, and never once opening the word of God. He was feeding at the devil's table all evening and then expecting God to protect him from the demon he had invited into his room.
I laid my hands upon his head.
I anointed him with holy oil, and I told him, My son, this stops tonight. You are going to purge your room of every demonic object. You are going to turn off that screen one hour before sleep. You will get on your knees on the hard floor beside your bed. You will make the sign of the cross over your pillow, and you will pray the prayer of the Lord in the sacred authority of Christ. A few weeks later, that young man returned to the church. His eyes were bright, his mind was clear, and the heavy chains of torment had been broken. He told me, Bishop, for the first time in years, I sleep like a little child in the arms of my father. The demons came to the door, but they could not enter because the room was filled
with the fire of the Holy Spirit. My beloved, this is not an isolated story. This is the reality of spiritual combat. You cannot play games with the devil. If you give him an inch, he will take your peace, he will take your marriage, he will take your children, and he will drag your soul into hell. Tonight, before you lay your head down, you must consecrate your sleeping space, cleanse your eyes from the garbage of this fallen world.
Kneel down, look toward.
The cross, and claim the divine protection that only the blood of Jesus Christ can provide. The third revelation strikes at the very root of modern apostasy, the scandal of the cross, and the utter destruction of lukewarm, counterfeit Christianity.
People look at the cross and they ask, why?
What kind of God would allow himself to be taken by wicked men? What kind of God comes down from heaven, wraps himself in the weakness of human flesh, and allows himself to be dragged through the dusty streets of Jerusalem? The philosophers mock it. The worldly intellectuals scoff at it. They say, God is too exalted. God is too magnificent.
God is far too sovereign to let himself be beaten, punched, mocked, spat upon, stripped naked, and nailed to a piece of wood between two thieves. Let me tell you something from the depths of my soul. If that is how you think, you have never understood the true nature of love. you have completely failed to comprehend what love actually is. If you truly understood love, you would close your mouth, fall on your face, and weep in holy silence. God is not an arrogant monarch who sits on a mountain commanding others to suffer for him. God is love. And what does real love do? Real love equals sacrifice. Real love gives everything for the beloved. The Lord Jesus Christ did not die on the cross because he was weak. He
did not die because the Roman Empire was powerful or because the Sanhedrin outmaneuvered him. He could have called 12 legions of angels with a single whisper and wiped the Roman Empire off the face of the earth in a microsecond. He stayed on that cross for one reason alone, his unstoppable burning love for your soul. He looked down through the corridors of time. He saw you sitting in this room tonight. He saw your brokenness. He saw your shame.
He saw the mistakes you would make. He saw the times you would deny him and walk away from him. And he said, I will pay for them anyway. You can deny me, but I will never deny you. You can betray me for 30 pieces of silver, but I will buy you back with my holy incorruptible blood. You can walk away into the darkness, but I will pursue you to the ends of the earth. This is where modern Christianity has lost its mind and its soul. We have raised a generation of believers who want the blessings of the cross without the sacrifice of the cross. They want the crown without the thorns. They want the comfort without the repentance. They run from church to church looking for a motivational speech that makes them feel good about
their sins. They want a preacher who will tell them that God just wants them to be rich, comfortable and accepted by this disgusting, wicked world. That is not the gospel of the apostles. That is the gospel of the Antichrist. The Lord Jesus Christ did not call us to be comfortable. He said, if any man will come after me, let him deny himself, take up his cross daily and follow me.
Look at the altar where I serve in Sydney. When that attack took place, in that moment of sudden chaos and blood, the faith of Christ was tested in real time before the whole world. What does the gospel say when the knife is at your face? Does it say, hate your enemy? Does it say, curse those who strike you? No, it commands us, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you. That is the supernatural power of the cross. When the Father disciplines us, when we face tribulations, persecution, and deep suffering in this life, The lukewarm Christian complains and says, God has abandoned me.
But the true disciple looks up through tears and says, Abba, Father, not my will, but yours be done. A true father disciplines the son he loves. In Australia, if you discipline your child, the world gets angry and threatens to call the authorities. But a wise father knows that if you never correct your child, you are raising a monster who will destroy himself. When a father corrects his son, the child may feel the sting.
In that moment.
He may cry, he may not like his father for an hour or for a day, but after a week, after a month, the child forgets the sting.
Do you know who never forgets? The father.
The father carries the ache of that discipline in his own heart because it hurts him to see his child weep. Yet he does it out of pure love to save the child from destruction. This is how the Almighty deals with you. The pain you have walked through, the betrayals you have suffered, the sleepless nights you have endured are not proof that God has forgotten you. They are the severe mercies of a loving Father who is breaking your pride, stripping away your idols, and calling you back to the narrow road of salvation before it is too late. He is shaking everything in your life that can be shaken so that only the eternal kingdom of Christ will remain standing within you. When you kneel tonight to pray the
Lord's Prayer in the original spirit of the Aramaic language, you must lay down all your religious hypocrisy. Strip away the excuses. Stop telling God what you are going to do for Him tomorrow. Surrender this very night to Him. Say to him, Abba, here I am. I have nothing to offer you but my broken pieces, my sins, and my wounded soul. Cleanse me with the blood of Yeshua.
Break every chain of darkness over my life and let your divine peace fill this room. We are living in the final hours of human history. The spirit of the Antichrist is already preparing the hearts of men to accept total control, total lawlessness, and total apostasy. Churches are closing their doors to the truth. Preachers are bowing their knees to modern political correctness. And the vast majority of believers are spiritually asleep, blind to the catastrophe. that is coming upon this earth. Do not be one of them. Do not let sleep overtake your eyes tonight while your heart is alienated from the Creator. The ancient Aramaic prayer of our Lord is your lifeline. It is your shield of defense.
It is the golden key that opens the treasury of heaven and shuts the mouth of the roaring lion. In the stillness of this night, when the noise of the world fades away, Christ is knocking at the door of your heart. Can you hear him? His knuckles are scarred from the nails. His voice is full of tears and eternal love. He does not want you to face the terrors of the night alone. He wants to sit with you, to guard your bed, to silence your tormenting thoughts, and to seal your spirit under the shelter of the Most High.
Rise up from your spiritual lethargy. Let the lukewarmness die tonight. Let the excuses burn in the fire of true repentance. Prepare your heart, prepare your mind, and prepare your home to receive the sacred words of the Savior. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, one true God, Amen.
Maranatha. Our Lord, come, my beloved, look at what our Lord endured for us.
A father may correct his child and the earthly father weeps inside his soul. He says to himself, why did I discipline my son? The son quickly forgets the pain, but the father never forgets because the father loves his child more than his own flesh. If the father causes his son pain, he hurts himself a million times over. Amen.
Amen.
Amen. When you bleed in your bedroom at night, when you weep in secret, when the demonic forces torment your mind, do you think God is blind to your tears? He loves you more than you love your own life. He took the nails. He took the spear. He took the spit and the crown of thorns so that you would never have to be alone in the dark. Tonight, I reveal to you the third sacred truth of the ancient Aramaic prayer of our Lord. When Christ spoke the words, meaning, give us this day our bread of need, the world assumes he was merely speaking of earthly crumbs. No, my beloved.
In the ancient tongue of our Lord, bread is not just grain from the soil. Christ was speaking of the bread of life, the spiritual sustenance that protects the human soul during the terrifying watches of the night. Look at what happens when you lay your head upon your pillow. The body becomes completely still. The conscious mind surrenders its defenses.
You close your eyes, and in that moment of absolute vulnerability, your spirit enters the unseen battlefield.
The devil knows this.
The fallen spirits of darkness wait for the cover of night. They wait for the fourth watch between three o'clock in the morning and sunrise when the world is completely silent and the soul is stripped of its daytime distractions. This is the hour when the demons attack your mind with depression, with unbearable guilt, with lust, with suffocating fears and with demonic dreams designed to plant seeds of spiritual death in your heart. Why do so many of you wake up exhausted, terrified, and drained of life?
Because you went to sleep unprotected.
You gave your eyes to the television screen, you gave your ears to the filth of worldly music, you gave your thoughts to anxiety and material greed, and then you dared to fall asleep without putting on the armor of light. You open the door of your bedchamber to the serpent, and then you wonder why your soul is in agony at three in the morning. When you utter the Aramaic petition, You are crying out to the living word, Lord Jesus, feed my spirit with your heavenly bread tonight. Fill my soul with your presence so that there is no room left for the unclean spirit to enter. You are begging God to be the food of your inner man while your flesh sleeps. If Christ is inside you, who can breach your walls? If his Holy Spirit fills the chambers
of your mind, the demons of night terror will flee in terror from the foot of your bed. They cannot abide where the bread of heaven dwells. This brings me to the fourth deep revelation, and it cuts straight to the marrow.
Of the bone.
In the sacred prayer, our Lord commanded us to say, Forgive us our debts, our sins, as we also have forgiven our debtors.
Hear me carefully, my beloved.
This is where millions of Christians fail and seal their own damnation. They want God to protect their sleep. They want the angels of the Lord to encamp around their bedroom, but they carry poisonous hatred in their hearts. They lay their heads down on their pillows while nursing grudges against their mothers, their fathers, their ex-spouses, their brothers, and their neighbors.
I tell you the truth before the throne of Almighty God. If you go to sleep tonight holding bitterness against a single human being, you have signed an invitation to the devil to torment your soul. Unforgiveness is an altar built for Satan right next to your bed. You can recite every psalm, you can place a golden cross on your wall, you can sprinkle holy water on your sheets, but if you refuse to forgive that person who wounded you, the demons have legal right by your own choice to terrify your mind in the dark. Jesus Christ hung upon the wood of the cross. His flesh was torn to shreds, his lungs were collapsing, blood was pouring into his eyes, and the very men he created were spitting in his
holy face.
What did he say in that hour?
Did he call down fire from heaven to consume them?
Did he curse them to the pits of hell?
No, he looked up to heaven and cried, Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do. Who are you, you proud, miserable worm of the earth, to demand that God forgive your mountain of filthy sins while you hold a tiny pebble of offense against your brother? You want divine protection tonight. You want the holy angels of the living God to draw their flaming swords around your bed.
Then release the prisoner. Forgive that person right now. Wash away the venom from your heart. Say with your mouth, Lord Jesus, for your sake, I forgive them all. I release every debt. I release every insult. I release every tear they caused me. Wash my heart clean with your holy blood. When you forgive, the chains of demonic oppression shatter into dust, and the peace of God, which surpasses all human understanding, falls upon your room like a mantle of gold. Now I bring you to the final, earth-shaking revelation of this ancient prayer. This is the solemn warning that will make the hair on your skin stand up because modern preachers are too cowardly to speak it from their pulpits. They want to tickle your ears with prosperity
and sweet lullabies. But I am an apostle of Jesus Christ and I will answer to God for your soul on the day of judgment.
I will not lie to you.
The prayer concludes with the ultimate cry of spiritual warfare, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. In the original Aramaic, the word is not merely an abstract concept of badness or trouble. It is Bisha, it is a personal entity, it is the wicked one, it is Satan himself. Jesus was not teaching us a poetic rhyme. He was giving us an ancient, military battle cry against the prince of darkness. The earth-shaking truth is this. The world you walk in is not neutral territory. You are sleeping on a battlefield. Every single night, when the darkness covers the land, Satan and his demonic principalities move through the cities, through the streets, through the neighborhoods,
looking for any soul that is unprotected, any house that is marked by sin, any bed where God is forgotten. The roaring lion is hunting in the shadows. He wants to devour your children. He wants to plant madness in your mind. He wants to snatch your breath while you sleep and cast your soul into the lake of fire before you have a chance to wake up and repent.
Look at the condition of this generation. People have turned their bedrooms into temples of wickedness. They commit immorality in their beds. They gaze at filth upon their phones until the moment their eyes close. They welcome demons of perversion, demons of pride, and demons of godlessness directly into their private sanctuaries. Then, when a sudden heart attack strikes in the middle of the night, or when sleep paralysis suffers God is God.
God is God.
Do you not realize how fragile your life is? Do you realize that the breath in your nostrils does not belong to you? God lends it to you second by second. When you sleep, you are one single breath away from eternity. If God withdraws his holy hand for a fraction of a second, your heart stops beating instantly. You do not wake up tomorrow morning to drink your coffee. You do not wake up to go to your job. You wake up directly in front of the judgment seat of Jesus Christ, where every secret thought, every hidden sin, and every spoken word will be laid bare before the blazing eyes of the Holy of Holies.
How dare you play games with your eternity?
How dare you close your eyes tonight in a state of compromise, in a state of lukewarm hypocrisy? The demonic strongholds in your home must be broken tonight. The altars of modern idolatry must be smashed. If you follow Christ, it will cost you your pride. It will cost you your sinful pleasures. It will cost you the applause of this wicked, decaying world. But if you give him your life, he gives you eternal safety that no demon, no devil, no weapon formed against you can ever touch. You did not stumble across these words by accident tonight. Do not dare think that an algorithm brought you here. God ordained this exact second from before the foundation of the world.
the almighty father saw you sitting in that room he saw the heavy burden crushing your chest he saw the tears you tried to hide from your family he saw the terror that grips you when the lights go out and in his boundless mercy he reached down through this voice to pull your soul out of the snare of the fowler he is throwing you a divine rope before the trap snaps shut The devil has been lying to you for months, telling you that your life is finished.
The accuser whispers in the dark, You are too dirty. You are too broken. You are cursed. God has abandoned you. You will die in your illness. Your family will fall apart. Your children are lost. I rebuke those demonic lies in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
Satan, you are a liar, a murderer, and a defeated foe.
The mouth that declared the universe into existence has already pronounced your doom. The blood of Jesus Christ, the son of the living God, cleanses us from all sin. It speaks a better word than the blood of Abel. There is no generational curse that can stand against.
The blood of the Lamb. There is no illness that.
Can boast against the stripes of Christ. There is no demonic stronghold, no witchcraft, no voodoo, no hex, no shadow of the night that is not pulverized by the holy burning presence of the King of Kings. Christ has conquered the grave. He trampled down death by death and to those in the tombs he granted life. If Christ is your shepherd, the darkness of night is as bright as noonday.
If Christ is the guard of your bedroom, then legion upon legion of fallen spirits must bow their heads and flee before his majesty. Now I command you in the love of Christ, place your right hand over your heart right now. Do not hesitate. Put your right hand flat against your chest. Lift your other hand toward the Lord wherever you are sitting in the quiet of this room.
Feel the beating of your heart. Feel that rhythm against your palm. That is not just biology. That is the mercy of God. That breath passing through your lungs is a direct gift from your creator. You are alive right now because God has a holy purpose for your soul.
Stand with me in the spiritual, spiritual.
World or bow your head where you sit and receive this anointed prayer of deliverance. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, one true God. Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the living God, look down upon this child of yours tonight. You see their hands lifted to you. You see their heart beating under their chest. Lord, have mercy. Lord, forgive every sin, known and unknown, committed in thought, word, and deed. By the supreme authority of the holy and life-giving cross, and by the precious incorruptible blood shed on Mount Golgotha, I break every generational curse spoken over this soul. I break the chains of family trauma, the chains of addiction, the chains of lust, and the chains of unforgiveness. I smash
the power of every demonic spirit that has tormented their sleep.
I rebuke every spirit of night terror, every.
Spirit of sleep paralysis, every demonic nightmare, every spirit of anxiety, depression, and despair. Satan, pack your bags and leave this room. You have no part in this house. You have no authority over this mind. This body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, bought and paid for by the blood of Jesus Christ. Lord Jesus, post your mighty archangels at the four corners of this room. Let Michael the archangel stand guard at the doorway. Let Gabriel stand watch at the window. Let the holy host of heaven encircle this bed with drawn swords of divine fire. Silence every voice of torment. Calm every storm in their soul. Let the oil of the Holy Spirit saturate their spirit from the crown of their head to the soles of their feet.
Give them the sleep of the righteous, holy rest, untroubled dreams, and divine peace that anchors their soul in your love. In the mighty and holy name of Jesus Christ our Lord, it is broken, it is cleansed, and it is finished. My beloved, do not let this altar close without intercession. We are an apostolic body of believers standing together against the darkness. Type the names of your children, your spouse, your parents, or your loved ones in the comments right now so we can lay them before the altar and cover them under the blood of Jesus. When you write their names, you are setting their lives upon the altar of God. We will lift up every single name, every family, every broken home, and we will surround them with the
shield of faith. Do it now in faith, believing that the Lord will protect them through this night. Now receive the ancient apostolic blessing. As an unworthy servant of Christ, I lift my sacerdotal hands over you, over your bedroom, over your family, and over the roof of your home.
May the Lord bless you and keep you.
May the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious unto you. May the Lord lift up His countenance upon you and give you peace. In the sacred tongue of our Lord Jesus Christ, I speak the blessing of heaven upon your soul. Yabharikak Maryawinatrek. Yanhar Marya Apawileik Winchunak. Yisa Marya Apawileik Winsimlakshlama. May the peace of Christ that passes all understanding guard your heart and your mind throughout this night.
May the shadow of the Almighty be your fortress.
No evil shall befall you, nor shall any plague come near your dwelling. Sleep in peace tonight. Close your eyes without terror. Rest your soul in complete surrender, for the King of kings watches your door, and the Guardian of Israel neither slumbers nor sleeps. My beloved, I love you, and Jesus Christ loves you infinitely more.
Amen and Amen.