Lord Jesus, before Thy Divine Majesty, I will with Your Crown of thorns on my head, Your tears in my eyes, the bitter, you had to taste it on your tongue, with my soul dressed in your blood, adorned with your wounds with my hands and feet attached by nails, dressed in Your bitter Passion, I appeal for Your mercy, O Lord.
"At this sight will be my Son so moved that he does not know how he should be able to refuse anything to the soul who dons his own robe. But unfortunately, too few know how to use the gifts that My Son has given them! "
Louisa Piccarreta (1965-1947) in Corato , Bari, Italy
"At this sight will be my Son so moved that he does not know how he should be able to refuse anything to the soul who dons his own robe. But unfortunately, too few know how to use the gifts that My Son has given them! "
Louisa Piccarreta (1965-1947) in Corato , Bari, Italy
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