In order to impetrate this from the Father...
You go through all of your life, from the first instant of your conception, up to your last breath.
My Jesus, endless love, let me go through all your life together with You, with the inconsolable Mama, with Saint John, and with the pious women.
My sweet Jesus, I thank You for the many thorns...
that pierced your adorable head.
For the drops of Blood shed by It, for the blows You received on It, and for the hair they tore from You.
I thank You for all the good You have done and impetrated for all, for the enlightenments and the good inspirations You have given us, and for all the times You have forgiven all of our sins of thought, of pride, of conceit and of self-esteem.
I ask your forgiveness in the name of all, O my Jesus, for all the times we have crowned You with thorns. For all the drops of Blood we made You shed from your most sacred Head. For all the times we have not corresponded to your inspirations.
For the sake of all these pains suffered by You, I ask You, O Jesus, to impetrate for us the grace to never again commit sins of thought. I also intend to offer You everything You suffered in your most holy Head, in order to give You all the glory that the creatures would have given You, had they made good use of their intelligence.
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O my Jesus, I adore your Most Holy Eyes...
and I thank You for all the tears and the Blood they have shed, for the cruel pricks of the thorns, for the insults, the derisions and the contempts You bore during all of your Passion. I ask your forgiveness for all those who use their sight to offend You and insult You.
Asking You, for the sake of the pains suffered in your most sacred eyes, to give us the grace that no one may ever again offend You with evil gazes. I also intend to offer You all that You Yourself suffered in your Most Holy Eyes, to give You all the glory that the creatures would have given You if their gazes were fixed only on Heaven, on the Divinity and on You, O my Jesus.
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