Oh Jesus, will You one day put my poor soul and my poor life also into the hands of the Father? Put everything there - the burden of my life, and the burden of my sins, not on the scales of justice, but into the hands of the Father. Where should I flee, where should I seek refuge, if not at Your side? For You are my brother in bitter moments, and You suffered for my sins. . . See, I come to You today. I kneel beneath Your cross. I kiss the feet which follow me down the wandering path of my life constantly and silently. . .I embrace Your cross, Lord of Eternal Love, Heart of all Hearts, Heart that was pierced, Heart that is patient, and unspeakably kind. Have mercy on me. Receive me into Your love. And when I come to the end of my pilgrimage, when the day begins to decline and the shadows of death surround me, speak Your last word at the end of my life also: Father, into Your hands I commend his spirit. O good Jesus. Amen.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 15:48:40 +0000
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