Here I am, good and gentle Jesus, kneeling before Thee in my poor heart. With great fervor I pray and ask Thee to instill in me genuine convictions of faith, hope and charity, with true sorrow for my sins and a firm resolve to amend my life, the life that Thou hast given me. While I contemplate Thy five wounds with great love and compassion, I remember the words which the prophet David long ago put on Thy lips: “They have pierced my hands and my feet, I can count all my bones.” Have mercy upon me, sweet Jesus, and upon all those whom I love and do not love. Amen.
