"It is the Son of God who is passing by, a madman...madly in love! The beloved face of Jesus, which had smiled upon children and was transfigured with glory on Mount Tabor, is now as it were, concealed by suffering. But this suffering is our purification; the sweat and the
blood which disfigure and tarnish his features, serve to cleanse us."
Have mercy, O Lord,
have mercy on us!
"O my dying Jesus, I kiss devoutly the cross on which Thou didst die for love of me. I have merited by my sins to die a miserable death, but Thy death is my hope. Ah, by the merits of Thy death, give me grace to die, embracing Thy feet and burning with love for Thee. I commit my soul into Thy hands.
Grant that I may love Thee always and then do with me as Thou wilt."
Mary, Mother of Sorrows and my Mother,
obtain for me a heart filled with compassionate love for your Son.